The pink elephant in the room
I’m not afraid of it.
I’m going to ride it
Climb up there
And
Ride it like a pony
And when I’m done
I’m taking his trough of food away
So he’ll whither away
He’s taking up to much space
No one can breath
An insight to a heart mind and soul.
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Social trends, economics, health and other depressing topics!
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An onion has many layers. So have I!
Travels of : ँ : a Yogin
