Frustration
Guaranteed
If
hot headedness is you,
Then
now's the time for some.
Cloudy
minds and foggy deeds,
Bring
on the challenge of ire.
Do
you really expect sense,
On
the land of the wild?
Under
duress of a firey globe,
Flowers
wilt and we all rage.
Days
lived on the raw edge,
Coveting
a sample of deceit.
Walking
with a slanted gait,
No-one
knows who will be late.
I
once felt the tempest.
Crown
sorely born onto temples.
Beating
me for all I'm worth,
In
a land of make-believe.
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