My Decorators
Dear new friend,
No one will ever understand my decorators
They will not get how my decorators work
They are very deligent
They stay on task
They never ask
My decorators are brilliant
Who is this decorator I speak so high upon, you might ask
They are the only way I keep my lights on
At the same time as they flicker them
on and off, on and off, on and off !
My decorators take every single flaw
Takes it to the top and smears them all
over my walls
Yes, my decorator is quite creative
They make me realize all my mistakes
My decorators always says "let me rewind this tape"
How much more can I take ?
My decorators can pin point every single thing
The good, the bad, and the ugly
My decorators do not exactly fix things
My decorators are anxiety...
Sincerely,
Dyziah Carey
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