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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