A cycle A cycle
A cycle a cycle
It continues on behind your back
Waiting until you crack
You’ve recognized the problem
Tried to alert yourself with an “AHEM”
But the issue prevails
That wind will never set forth your sails
How to change?
All you grasp at you estrange
Once you have it in your palm
All you feel is a callous calm
You moronic bitch
You make yourself twitch
With all this foolish malarkey
The attitude’s not cute, just snarky