- The man is quick witted and smart
But he is good at being lazy it’s almost like art
- He is my worst enemy
He makes my life hell so easily
- At times he is an annoying and a slob
He gets easily distracted and doesn’t finish the job
- He is scared of all the pretty women and girls
When he tries to talk to one he almost hurls
- At times he tries to get me back on track
But his plan always go out of whack
- And when he dies I still won’t be free
Because my worst enemy is me
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Author:
Ernie (Pseudonym) (
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Great subject, well written, like the structure and the use of different sized lines. Good job, Ernie!
Thank you Fred
We are closed is monads and we are prisoners of ourselves. So true. I can identify myself so much. Well done.
A very interesting write, I enjoyed reading.
Thank you Bry
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