MJ and i are tight,
says the clean-scrubbed high ponytail.

i know she’s bad
says the boy next door, but
i only hang out with her on weekends.

MJ? you mean Mary?
everyone’s close with Mary.

everywhere I look,
all I see is MJ.
she slithers into corners
and watches from the trees

bloodshot eyes,
she broke your heart.

everyone wants to be on MJ,

except for
me.

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