The grind on the mind,
it's taking too much time
out of my life.
I explain until insane,
hit by frustrations of mundane,
I want out of the strife.
It's the same stupid game
complete with the frame
pointing to me for the blame.
I'm just too sick to stick
with this ridiculous shtick
as a life and soul is maimed.
My feet must hit the street
and rise to the challenge of the heat
before it takes me and consumes,
but my legs are turned to pegs
as, despite a soul that begs,
the evil conquers a host and blooms.
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