There's nothing like the good old corruption
It builds up like a fungus and lets loose; eruption
Tired of the fucking stupidity that surrounds this house
Have to sneak around these fucking pilgrims like a mouse
Mentality state is decaying faster than the employment rate
My body deteriorating because of the restless hours i'm up late
It's an imperial infection that spreads around this fucking place
It's like im running faster than the turtle and still failing the race
Regardless of the changes made I have to appease this lazy fuck
No matter what I do, I run out of luck.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
