When the mind is
fully occupied
So much curse words I
need to hide
The things needs to
meet before time
Only pray that this
patience is kind
So force must not be
mention
When tasks is in
tension
Fear bad words would
explode
Once my limits starts
to unload
Dozens of mindful
major dues
Right at the corner
of my views
The steering starts
to wearer
Last option would be
only prayer
So stop just stop
right where you are
Those packages of
bulls – you’re bearing
Why shit loads when
you promised me a star
Can’t you see I’m now
tearing?
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