haha this probably doesn't make any sense. i know it needs aalotttta work. just give me any advice.. i need it.
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The ground is clustered by stereotypes.
Like landmines ready to explode,
getting my head ready to implode.
Its a dying green lawn in the suburbs.
Being dug up by the holes of gophers.
I'm being buried alive,
Swallowed by each animals home, and their starting to cave.
-Its cupcakes being baked for a school fundraiser,
By the perfect presidential mom of the PTA.
I'm the batter that's slowly being shaken.
I'm conforming to her mold.
I'm baking, and when i cool.
The entire school will feed off of me.
I will be what they all wanted.
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still needs a lot of something haha,
ill probably end up addin some more stanzas
but new poem?
The ground is clustered by stereotypes.
Like gopher holes across a dying lawn.
I'm trying to plead a way out,
but every lie is caving in.
No worries for the family,
now they're lawns alive again.
Its cupcakes being baked for a school fundraiser,
By the perfect presidential mom of the PTA.
I'm the batter that's slowly being shaken.
I'm conforming to her mold.
I'm baking, and when i cool.
The entire school will feed off of me.
I will be what they all wanted.

