Obtuse

A Poem by Lovely_Lost_Soul_99

She is obtuse

anything will amuse her simple obtuse mind

bound by the roots of her institute

she wears these suits

yet she is obtuse

that she thinks the suits are costumes

she dances around her room like a monsoon

her obtuse mind can not compute

the longitude of her stay at this institute

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Added on October 1, 2016
Last Updated on October 1, 2016

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