People Who Don’t Know What “Masticating” Means Are Going To Think This Poem Is Weirder Than It Actually Is

My hands are very cold

As I stand outside at night

Typing in this crummy poem

Because I just have too, all right?

Earlier I was occupied

With eating what I was masticating

But as I suffer in the moment

I regret procrastinating.

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