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written by: NÜK



As I awake
My son wants to make some pancakes
His breath stank
He doesn’t understand that irritates

My soul to the fullest
My delicate nostrils
Are inflamed
But he just wants eggs and cinnamon rolls

So I’m cut short this AM
Should have woken before him
And he’ll get more annoying
The more I ignore him

Laying on the ground repeating
Daddy it’s killing me
Pancakes give me life
I’m losing my energy

I gotta go
To the stove
To make pancakes

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