⅜ is such a weird fraction
The futility of being fertile When maternal instincts exist none The uselessness of being useful When you're not expected to contribute The pointlessness of being pontifical When nobody is even paying attention Mean what you say for your saying to have meaning That's what everybody says But everybody also says what they don't mean sometimes And that's okay As long as when you're saying what you don't mean, that doesn't mean anything to you Because of whom you're saying it to Or why you're saying it at all Do mosquitoes poop? Do cows jump? Do vegan babies breastfeed? Or, the more logical question, do vegan moms breastfeed their newborns? I like to be In the comfort of what my nose knows The smell of soap The passing wafts of salt filled waves Perfumes from people walking by I can never place But smell so familiar A chain of thought is lost Because thoughts are unchained One needs to anchor them to the front and center of the m