She loved to vent
But I was spent
Went to live in a tent
This is where I could invent
Spent my time writing a zine
Everything was fine
Never committed a crime
Just enjoyed the sunshine
Nothing was lent
Never needed anything
That wasn’t already spent
Loving life in my tent
Didn’t have to listen to her vent
Because I never knew what was meant
About the Creator
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