What an inspired piece of sh .., er .., work this is, Juhi. A triple whammy for the senses that left me begging for a stool softener. (I’m sitting on a hard wooden stool as I write.)
The lack of rhyme, meter or meaning was especially powerful in verse 1 and … well, verse 2, and …, yes, verse 3. I started to get a little emotional when reading about odorless underarms, but luckily, you allowed a cathartic release for your reader with yesterday coalesces. That saved me from embarrassing myself in front of my Google Hub.
Reading your nonsense was just a special experience … I’m sorry .. I’m tearing up again. I’ll just stop here, and … no really, I’m stopping!
😭 — >😳 — >😎 → I’m OK!