Eight O'Clock on a Saturday night
Spending time at a decadent coffee shop
I'm supposed to be writing poetry for family
But family is a difficult thing
And I'd rather write about raw feeling
I feel far too common-people to be here
But Mama had to buy a gift card
And I'm way too into fancy coffee and sweets for my own good
I love kids
There's a share of adorable rambunctious ones
And I love Amanda Palmer
I have to drive, I have my reasons, dear-
And I saw a guy I thought was Doug Jones
Since he was thin and tall to an odd degree
But it was just an average well-to-do fellow
I wanted it to be Doug Jones so I could share my comparatively cheap secondhand cake with him
And I'd tell him about 'Twitterfeather'
And I'd hope he'd understand
I love the celebrities I love
Though they aren't very well-known for celebrities
I still love them
I know this is a nothing poem
But I suppose I might as well warm up for the family poems I have to write
Oh yeah, I have to write those still
Alright, then
I'll do that, then
Okay, then
I have to drive, I have my reasons, dear-
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