What is there to say?
What is there to feel?
What is there to breathe when my heart feels like steel?
This might be bad poetry
But that doesn't make me mad
Nor does the buckle of my shoe let me stab
More life into those
who don't see the light
Of waking up early
And fighting the good fight.
I try to remain humble
but my ego's too big
At least I know I'm an asshole
So suck it - Amen.
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