Let’s all just pretend that I’m now your best friend and then we can mend the whole world.
But then again no! Well that goes to show I am slow but my sails have unfurled.
It just takes a sec (you pain in my neck) to check that I’m not full of shit.
But now that’s the thing, all this love that I bring makes you cling to my unbridled whit.
A promising start as I’m breaking your heart with my art that is painting with words.
Just don’t be so quick or I’ll make you quite sick as I pick through your bees and your birds.
It’s a talent. I strive to survive this alive whilst I piss off the ‘under achievers’
Though I guess you posses a small batch of success as I watch your slow slide to bereavement.

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