Where ever that negativity came from
It sticked to you like a gum
For you made it like a thrum
Come into your life, in the beat of a drum
Like you're an asylum
Just like santa could come though a lum
If he was in body, definitely not plumb
Right, we're the suspicions of mum
I never thought you were that dumb
You had me so many times glum
I never knew you would, by that num
In some way become
To the truth and senses of reality, so numb
With qualities that are so bum
That you end being like people from a scrum
That instead of making you, in my life a sum
I want to finally let the time come
For me to subtract you more than rum
Or what the government could do to a slum
Out of my life and concerning us, be done
©arianna.b
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