In the Center of Literal Nowhere

In the Center of LiteralNowhere

He is  working and writing without a clue
The font he uses blends well with my blue

He stays up late every single solitary night
Never accomplishing any thing that's right

If I was bigger I would tell him what's what
There must be many words that must be cut

I will yell at him and try to catch his attention
But he is to consumed with his next creation

I live right in the center of literal nowhere
It is to my liking and makes a comfy chair

Some might think they need lots of stuff
But where I come from you got to be tough

So I will stay perched on the comfortable 'h '
Until he decides to toss this paper in the trash

YellowRose

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