At it again


Shoulder Grind
A new day dawning,
Your life’s stuck yawning
And you’re stuck wrong in it’s craw
And another’s fawning
Like singing songing
And it’s been just too damn long
So you’re flattered meekly
And you smile weakly
Cause you know it’s not so fine
See the days stretch bleakly
Gone grind to weekly
With a shoulder stuck to grind


About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

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