I have more pockets than a denim store and rock my metal hardware whilst flying a finger to the incessant, overuse of cheap, flimsy, ‘Sure to break’ plastic. Grabbed by the handle and tossed in the passenger seat. I’m swung and slung in front of you when needed with the quickness. I’m that feeling you feel on vacation, never wanting it to end. I’m caffeine coursing through your system early in the morning, at noon, and after dinner. ![]() I burrow inside you, invade your consciousness and, before long, become a part of you. ![]() Before you know it you’re singing at the top of your lungs til your neighbors pound the walls. I’m that nagging song infesting your idle mind.
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