[one hundred, thirty seven]
My internet is being a drag,
it totally isn't radical,
I think that it mellows my flow,
could not be less groovy.
my internet never throws me a bone,
when I need it to just be there,
with open arms,
waiting for me to get on and play.
my internet is a bummer,
it hurts my feelings when it turns itself off,
it hurts my feelings that it works everywhere else,
it's a prejudiced piece of shit.
my internet chooses my family above me,
and it makes me sad,
I think it is mad because I left,
and now that I'm back there's no way it could be the same.
my internet sucks.
love,
Jess :]
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