Is there an essence of it left?
So many after the green like they've been sethed
We need to begin with small slithers
No chance for the ones who act like Smithers
Sucking up to Mr Burns
Just because of what he earns
To be truly incorruptible
Most simply wouldn't function
Life has no replay button
Like a sausage and egg McMuffin
Many individual things bad for your guts
Tearing at your soul from the inside out
Trust intuition if ever in doubt
- Author: Shaunmatthewcpoetry ( Offline)
- Published: May 25th, 2023 01:05
- Category: Unclassified
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