Fight Poem
Some days I feel like I'm surrounded by bars and bricks,
encaged in rage from retards and pricks,
I could turn to alcohol and slowly increase the dose
and down the booze until I doze,
then awake with the shakes that alcohol creates,
my half baked brain everyday on repeat, hating my fate,
wining away not holding my weight
or I could get to my feet and grab my balls,
middle finger to this worlds evil fools,
the idiot institutional dipsy twits sit clipped in cloned rules,
I stand alone forever, fight, be an individual, see constant rewards.
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