Gone fishing


Do you hate to sleep alone,

Or do you just hate to sleep at all?

And I know it’s just convenience,

If I’m the one to call.

If you think I haven’t caught on yet

You’re not as smart as you might look

And I’m not as smart as I might think,

Swallowed bait to choke on hook


About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

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