Bad’er Than You

Finally, after organizing,
Long days and nights fadin’ into the mornin,’
Those things, traumatizing,
Past bedtime warning,
When may be the end, of this paper madness,
Emphatically, “Is this utter misery?”
As if, a pink elephant in the room,
Actually, not so much sadness,
Change the scenery abit, until we,
Finish up here,
Make ample progress,
This ship we steer, upon dark waters,
In quiet duress,
We’re perfectly clear, of the goal,
Focusing steadily, no rest,
To Peace, we seek,
Oh but now, we must stop,
For some sleep.

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