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On Hire
Though your dough is plentiful
And you never leave me short
I cant stand this life no longer
Where my love is being bought
Crush me, dont bribe me
I admit I've done you wrong
Why dont you punish me,
Show me you can be strong?
Instead you ply me with goodies
Try like mad to keep me sweet
Yet you know I never loved you
You never swept me off my feet
...
Thursday 23rd July 2020 10:49 am
Mundane
My insides writhe like pit of snakes
As my mind runs away.
It flees from my mistakes,
Made with good intent,
As fast as my ambition got me there.
Why does my ego tote me around like a child?
Why does it feel like I'm always being punished
By my mundane thoughts?
What am I doing?
Rotting.
I eat the snake.
I abandon my ambition.
I punish myself from now on.
Monday 10th September 2018 9:37 am
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