A break is needed. Water, maybe.
Another tough chunk of feeling
To chew. Iʼve been at this for years
And am offered no benefits.
My teeth have sprouted more teeth
And my toes are sore and congealing.
Some nights are born wild
And others are dead as the dock is long.
And to continue, there isnʼt even a rail
To keep me steady anymore.
Next goes my caller I.D, then my calling,
And how am I supposed to reach someone
Then? If this is your plan,
Keep it up, son, you'll have to entertain us all.
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