frustration poem
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Frustrated
I am pulling on the
barbed hooks stabbed in
to my mind which is
just
pulling teeth and
that very thought just
This is all
This is all
Yeah this is all
A pit of nothing
All the internet kids fronting
I wait at the stations but I see no trains are coming
This is all
This is all
Yeah this is all
Gave over, scored a hat-trick but I coulda scored four
Could have all the money in the world & I'd still feel poor
It's like I'm constantly at war
But I never signed up for the army, I coulda swore
O mind! How you elude
me
How you preclude me from
writing
Down my feelings on this Word
document
I have nothing to pen,
O mind!
