26-7-2024 Twin Cities

1.)
Slept most of my life 
Forget the stress 
The best kind of strife is the kind kept repressed 
Every guy just gotta accept we’re inclined to becoming depressed 
You’ll never cry 
Except if you gotta a good reason why 
Keep your eye dressed 
If you’re clever 
You’ll keep your tears dry 
I’ve wept without the fear of needing to confess. 

Nevertheless 
I lived the most whenever I’ve slept
You’d never of guessed 
But I’m not exactly proud of whatever life I lead. 

2.)
Warnings that we’re never really heeding 
Forget about any of the poor examples preceding 
Family mourning
Forgetting why we’re even meeting
Take the better trout 
The man learning surely doesn’t even need it 
The drinks now pouring
The Moët your clinging to is fleeting
Without a doubt 
The Moët your clinging is just fleeting.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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