White molecules bunched together in

White molecules bunched together in bundles. 

Shifting from left to right as if they were in a huddle. 

Fingers touch and feel at the park, at a party, and even on food. 

Used for different purposes, it makes me really rude. 

The sound screeches and makes my ears scream. 

its like chalk boards and teachers nails in a bad dream. 

Oh how i hate syrofoam, it drive my brain insane. 

I don't like to talk about it because it ticks me off, thats a shame. 

Never place syrofoam near me.

I probably will run away, I know thats sad, poor me. 

 

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