"What are your plans?"
I'm gonna go home,
grab a snack,
on my phone I'll roam,
and then hit the sack.
"No, but what are your plans?"
I just said.
Are your ears cold and numb?
Get home and get to bed.
Ask again if you're dumb.
"I mean, what are your plans in life?"
I knew what you meant,
but I won't answer the above.
For much time will be spent,
on the question I'm scared of.
Don't ask where I'm going,
which river I'll row,
what kind of life I'm sewing,
Because even I don't really know.
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CLUCK NO
PoetryA collection of both emotional and humorous poems about growing up and other frustrating parts of life that'll sound alright in your head, but just plain stupid out loud. !!!WARNING!!! This is not a compilation of chicken poems.
