cliché

lights red again,
late again,
oh my God

casing the fridge:
not a scrap of blue vein left,
oh my God

year six gossip:
they've broken up
omg

celeb hits the streets:
oh my God,
it's him!

it's her -
oh my God,
let's get out of here

shots in the cafeteria,
Oh my God!

and Tom touched the nailholes
in the carpenter's hands:
oh my God

 

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