It's all over everything
like unwanted affection
all I wanted was a sandwich
instead, I get the same thing as ever
everything I never wanted
in a fucking paper bag
I guess I'll take it to go, then.
an empty wallet
a spider bite on my ankle
if they were all just fleeting annoyances
it might not be so bad
but the bite swells
my bank account runs dry
and my lunch break is over
and all I've got to my name
is seventy five cents,
a nagging itch,
and a bag full of goddamned mayonnaise.
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