I drool a lot, I spit on streets
I carry a cat which often greets
I’m homeless, I’m timeless, I’ve earned my degree
now wait till i write, you’ll wait and see.
I’m a drooping poet, I cave in a lot
I’m weak from exhaustion but you know what I’ve got?
I can write, I can sing, I can do most anything.
I open my eyes.
I’m done dreaming.
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