carnival prize

i feel a bit like corduroy.

all i want

is a friend.

i know what it feels like,

im sure i do.

i lay awake in bed at night

and think,

that maybe tomorrow

someone will pass by

and back up

and look again

and decide

to be that

for me.

but instead,

all i have

is a rowdy crowd

of stunted fools

wildly tossing their rings

to see if they

can lasso me.

and i stay

and i pray

and i hope

that they lose.

cause all i want

is my friend.

thats all.

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