Get Along
I don't get along
with myself.
The nagging starts
as soon as I get up.
Get up you lazy bastard
there are others out there
you have to deal with.
I get along with everyone.
LONG GETS THE SHOT.
I don't get along with yourself.
Get along until you wake up
and get yourself ready.
It's time to join the hordes out there.
I wonder how they get along?
Copyright © Peter Chrisler | Year Posted 2006
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