this is my blob.
he lives inside of me.
the blob always talks,
though I tell him to stop.
he's quite fond of his stories,
they certainly don't lack plot.
they make him grow larger,
bigger AND stronger.
but even that can be maintained,
he could still be rinsed right down the drain.
the real reason he's here is my own fault.
he feeds on what I haven't forgotten
and he replays back
over and over again
my own damn thoughts.
- Dr. Seuss
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PoetryA collection of poems, originally just freshman vocab assignments. Warning: HEAVY "Dr. Seuss" aka children's book vibes. it be like that.
