a poem by [tamia]

Exhilarated and innovative, how I should move this monopoly piece. I’m like a cannon when I blow. Explode. I don’t hold back. I’m like a Jolly Rancher. I grow back ten times stronger than your ribcage. I don’t play. Chef Boyardee ravioli in my bowlee, then I’m off on my journey.

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