Maybe some club soda and salt will help

Zero comments so far on yesterday's Twitter post.
Since, if I remember correctly, the other thing you guys hate is my poetry, I might as well go ahead and do that next.
It's ok.
I still love you anyway.
Well... most of you.
Some of you.
Ok... I might still like that guy over there in the corner; the one in the red shirt with the taco stain on the shoulder.

I'm tired. I'm taking a nap.
My bed's right there; don't need a map!
Though I look sad and cheap
While I'm trying to sleep
Please don't kill me and sell me for scrap

Your shirt has a taco grease spot
I stared, and much bigger it got
Now the tacos are gone
Without chances to spawn
And you still didn't share. (Thanks a lot!)
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