You know that green shit you are forced to look at every time you step outside(to the people who ever step outside)? Yeah you know What I'm talking about, Grass.
And quite frankly, I have more of a desire to make a mytake about grass rather than the recent politics, or endgame spoilers, or the shortcomings of men/women. So yeah I'm going to talk about grass.
Grass is such a weird plant, just spiking out the Earth the way it does, unlike us, babies know that there is something sus about green sticks purtruding from the ground.
As you see I'm more fond of babies than I am of those mystical spikes. But no, that isn't all I have for you today quite the contrary. I was really bored when I popped up this topic and thought it was a good time to write an innocent poem about that one of the kind "green shit"
I like grass
it's pretty sweet
and I think its green is so captivating
I like grass
It's pretty neat
But I don't actually like grass
I think it's nasty
I'm indecisive because I get all the advantages in a heterosexual relationship
I'm pretty sure I stated in the beginning I wouldn't make remarks like that, let me cover it up with more of this grass stuff
I covered basically everything that was on my mind at the moment so I hope my quick mytake was something you enjoyed reading and remember, grass isn't meant to be eaten.