Not sleeping two adjacent nights
And getting screwed by daytime lights
Had taken all the food from fridge
Unabled something good to reach
I'm seeing clearly wraith of you
Detecting is it false or true
I must be going surely mad
It is not funny, way too sad
You've locked me up in a real trap
I'm not your joker anymore
Receive your fool's abhorrent cap
Let it become your chronic sore.
Mean woman stay away from me
The pain is over, I feel free
Now listen to me dear dame
I won't lost for you my fame
Let everyone can plainly see
What I can do, the best of me
I wish you prudence and good luck
I'm happy I got rid of muck.
Sep 10th 2024, 9:43 p.m.
Mean woman
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