The Coffee Is Black Same News Same Intrigue…
My Eyes Hurt Less No Spunk Much Fah-Tigue…
The House Once Noisy Now Sounds Silent…
My Soul Greets The Body My Spirit Feels Violent…
A Trek To Some Place And Just To Slave…
But To Suffer Is Keen For Notoriety We Still Crave…
Today Is Not Similar We Want To Hurt The Boss…
But The Soul Tells My Body That The Spirit Is Just Lost.
-TheDreadedWriter-