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FRUSTRATION OF A LAZY DAY

Writer's picture: Angus TaylorAngus Taylor

Walking talking feels the same

From the side they call my name

Like keys in a cage.

I talk nonsense through may rage


If many people like my style

I’ll grow better, all the while

Other’s bitter envy grows

Below my fragile feet it shows


No one wants to govern you

But you don’t know what you can do

To know what’s nonsense, know what’s true

But still the wallet’s bills are few


Grab my money, take it all

Throw my work against a wall

See it in the bathroom stall

Upon the door my words I sprawl


Teachers teach me, Preachers preach

The longer that my arms will reach

I call my mother say it’s so,

I can run to home so I can know


I never learned how to write

They chucked me out into the night,

And filled my mind with doubt and fright

And made me lose my crystal sight


Nothing follows anymore

The night is dark my life’s a bore

Getting up it seems a chore

So eat the feelings to their core


Waking, baking, taking tiring

Taking pills to fix the wiring

Keeping all the neurones firing

You’re all selling no one’s hiring

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