Metaphorical Like Me I’ve been locked in a metaphorical box for far too long, How do i know if I'm alive? You said "get out there and embrace the throng", But i have no incentive, i have no drive. You swallowed the key with your bangers and mash, And abandonned me (just like the rhyming structure of this poem) You said you’ll starve you smelly dick! Little did you know i had been stashing Frosties for a week. It forced me to use my imagination, I imaginated 5 new friends: Elanor Albert Godfrey Tigwell Albert Tigwell, the brother of Godfrey, then there was also Glen and Steve/ I didn’t bother to learn their last names. They don’t make time for me i don’t make time for them simple as that... Conversation grows sour, like the milk from your teat. Elanor. :dupe:
