Omar Makes It Look Easy

He called out my bullshit
I’m so grateful
But now it's cold
I get back in bed
And read his poems again
    
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I try so hard
When you’re pleased I float
Our pleasure is my favourite accessory

But when you’re not pleased
Even with your gentle voice
It hurts

I pass the lady with many cats
On my way down, thinking
Why bother?

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