to forget is Divine
This is for those rhymes we left behind, lost in margins even though they’re more than alright. They never seemed to fit in quite right & that’s kind of like me, so that’s got me like mashed potatoes got gravy, all held up inside itself looking all warm and nice and all I want myself is a gravy-tater hot tub to melt away in, relaxing and eating and laughing all night. Hell, that’s got to be heaven, right?

















