Lame poem
It's cold, dark and raining,and my feet hurt... (H)
If i march to your drum,
I'd make the beat worse... (u)
I'd fight the monster inside,
but i need sleep first... (r)
I think it's funny at times,
to watch my mind work... (t)
Seem always stuck in a rut,
cause of this dam curse... (i)
Need to dive right in,
but I'll go feet first... (n)
Shouldn't have to spell it out,
like in a cheap verse... (g)
I'll let it build up inside,
until my heart burst
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