7-Year Old Psychologist

This poem demands you to breathe.Breathe deeply.The air you just took inMay not be the best you ever took inBut it relaxes youIt is less annoying thanThe air you get in a Lay’s packet.Ohh now you are smilingIf notSmile now.Smile as if you got two candies in one wrapper.Ohh so you know how to breathContinue reading “7-Year Old Psychologist”