Made in Same

We are all boney

We are all boney

 

Must we understand irony, or shall it be just a game. Some think I am ignorant, some think, insane; however, opinions are onions with an extra letter, and I have forgotten how to be oh so reserved.

Tip goes the pen,

on top of a man-made disaster,

you may entice with aesthetic speech,

but my paragraphs grasp more matter.

I am honored to speak from a keyboard of sorts,

I am honored to be, a female, living in an era,

where we may wear shorts!

 

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