ode to deodorant.

i just started to make a rhyme about how i was twenty two.

and half way into it i realized i was only twenty one.

which was a little strange, and now im feeling weird because i just lied to myself about my age. anywayyyy,

once i was twenty one,
and i really liked getting things done.

i like to make crafts and art,
and google things that rhyme with heart.

and one day while i was at my house,
i made some crepes and listened to some modest mouse.

then i texted and dreamed,
of something happy and rather love themed.