Let me tell you a story. One time there was a boy

This is a poem about time. This is the poem where I rhyme.

I write too late at night but to be happy is a lovely thing.

Can I speak to the manager? "I am the manager."

Growing up is the strangest But most inevitable thing

Monogamy What does that mean now?

We are always breaking things. Destruction is a common language

Have you seen my friend? The girl with the hat.

This plant. You came to drop my off my things

How is it that I can love you

"I will sleep when I'm dead" A phrase.