Four Eye-kus

When I was a child
I cried as a child, but now
My sockets have dried

Now when I do cry
I’ve gotten out of practice
The salt hurts my eyes

Even the next day
My eyes have gone all rusty
I’m too old for this shit.

(I know that last word
And related syllable:
Unnecessary.)

(*bows*)


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