You're Like a Trip to Disneyland

 I never was one for roller coasters,

I like my feet firmly on the ground, thanks.

But I’ve bought a ticket,

I’m going to ride,

so push your fucking mood swing higher.

Look, ma,

no hands.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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