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You’re my personal brain worm
No matter how much I move
Or squirm
You stick in there
You live in the house under my hair
I just want to know if you’re still there
If you even care
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Comments (4)
Oh yes. Brain worms plural, I have.
This was extremely relatable! Loved your poem!
If I was your brain worm, I most certainly would care (whether or not I could do anything about it). Try closing your eyes, sitting in a comfortable position, & chanting "Ohm" repeatedly.
Oh, I know this feeling. Well written!