I know I’m frustrated,
A little bit mad,
Both happy and pouty
And yet somewhat sad.
I’m also ecstatic,
Romantic, and weak,
Like my heart is an ocean
With a slow drizzly leak.
My head spins like the plate
In a microwave oven
And I feel so unwelcome
Like Christ in a coven.
Somehow these feelings
Keep bubbling inside
When the UCLA intern
Says I’m too tall to ride.
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