I’m gunna crumble.
Gunna crumble under pressure.
I can’t get any fresher.
You can’t get them out
Just tip your head, your spout and watch them.
Crumble, crumble under pressure.
You can’t, can’t help me.
It doesn’t matter.
Anyone one I see, they’re looking down at me.
Surrounding me with wishes.
People looking at me, leaning on me.
The whip cracks the sky.
My body crumbles.
Gunna crumble.
I’m Gunna Crumble under pressure.
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I really love this poem. I think the repeating of "crumble" so many times is really effective. Awesome job. 🙂
thank you very much 🙂
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