A Poem For Those Of Us Who Can’t Fit The Big Picture In Our Tiny Apartments

Every three seconds

An orphan is made,

A war is begun,

Someone doesn’t get laid,

Someone dies of starvation,

A champion strikes out,

Yet whether or not I want pizza’s

All I’m thinking about.

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