You might think it would be fun to have a brain that sets your every thought to "Battle Hymn of the Republic"
but let me assure you/
it's intrusive and it's rude/
It infiltrates your consciousness/
And colors every mood/
Sometimes the scansion works/ but then at times the rhyming's crude
but let me assure you/
it's intrusive and it's rude/
It infiltrates your consciousness/
And colors every mood/
Sometimes the scansion works/ but then at times the rhyming's crude
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I mean I know what's wrong with ME and it's the intersection of neurodivergence and bipolar disorder and not getting enough sleep for a week which is decidedly less poetic