'Nother fine mornin'
My mind twattling in uhtceare,an eternity spent on yeeting
into 'nother frobly-mobly day.
A break from my usual slugabed self,
I think with satisdiction,
while I'm fudgeling to escape my cacoethes.
It's just too much right now.
I check my incoming briefs,
distracted by that familiar callipygian shivviness.
Poetry by mickeko
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Written on 2025-11-13 at 14:48
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