my life is imitating art
it’s not all shit, more like a fart
a country song, stuck on repeat
but I can’t dance, got 2 left feet
why can’t we press restart
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
very crafty my friend, I’m likin it 😀
Hahah. Well, doesn't that stink.
Loved the “country song stuck on repeat” part especially 😁😁
😂🤣😆💃🏽 , it would be nice to have restart button , to change past decisions that were not proud of . Nice job
Your poem captures a mix of humor, frustration, and hope in a relatable way, and I appreciate the sentiment of wanting to press restart and find a fresh start. 🧡🧡🧡