Constipation
By missmfa
Life can be hard With no time No time to be a bird I staged a mime Carrying a placard You were in your prime And they said it was a crime Because it didn't rhyme Madam I'm Adamant And what I want Is him Put some cream On the lives that are hard Put some dreams Into the hearts that are sad I'm unable to scream But I'll still be heard Madam I can't Remember to forget that I want Only him With no time No time to be a bird Free from the bars of rhyme And reason And empty words 'Tis the season For constipation And contemplation And for committing treason Against your own cherished dreams Just so you can be on the same team As him Damn! I'm mad Madam I am mad Am I mad? I am. Written January 19th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 06:43 PM PST, Mildred Achoch 0 • 10
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"Life can be hard..."