Sarcastic (poem)

-What are we going to eat?
I asked
-Food
she said
-then I’ll leave
She asked where
I replied somewhere
She asked why
For a reason, I said
A lot of information can be traded
but if you know the answer
why ask?
its like looking or something that’s missing
and you realize it’s in your left hand
my mom is sarcastic
shes nice though
only when she’s happy.

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