I know, It's nearly that time of year again,
No longer care about drinking, bring the pain,
Mental Health problems aren't just the brain.
Want you to feel my words, they float above,
A Chow Yun Fat shootout isn't right without dove,
Composing the new rhymes, show some love.
Focus, don't let your progress become impeded.
Feels like all the goodness is being super seeded,
Showing up in loafs of bread, nutrition is needed.
Looming evil, we're right on the dawn of 2026,
Why does everything seem so damn devilish?
Circumstances made me turn to the crucifix.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: December 10th, 2025 16:43
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Comments3
If you put that all together it is frightening where does the time go? A good write
Indeed, out the window, thanks.
Most welcome
Chow Yun Fat! Wow! A name I have not heard in quite some time. Great write, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks!
You know that Mr Fat?! lol. Sounds like one of The Mister Men.
HAHAHA!
Makes a change for a two-initialled friendly alien. We knows him! lol.
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