Reap the fruits of rash and reckless seeds,
Then bite the boney hand that feeds
Walk across the fear paved street -
And afterwards just press Delete.
Sing yourself each day to sleep
Ballades about another wasted love to weep,
One more Ponzo mystery to keep -
Forget about it, press Delete.
Ode to your routine, raised with greed,
Utilise chores and brakes that you don't need
New dawn with thoughts, which always breed -
Erase your doubts and press Delete.
Drink gas to amnesia, stop the worry fleet,
Then faint with a hangover in the corner, where two dead souls meet,
Cum from a luckily fake smile for even more fake friend to greet
(That is so easy and so natural to you)
Just go to bed happy again and press Delete.
Опыт 17 - Press Delete
© Copyright: Элина Фрайман, 2023
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