Go To the Pound
Something is always going to be wrong
Nothing is ever going to be right
I gave up trying
There is no perfection
Always something
Either You plan or I plan
I don't know
But it's always something
Either You or me
I don't know which
It's probably me
If everything is ever going to be right
I think I will shave my head
No chance of that
Things are going to go the way they go
I can't predict
I can't hope it turns out the way I want it
It usually isn't
So what's the point of planing?
What do you get for it?
Nothing
Everything is going to the pound
Haywire
Whatever
It's my take for the day
Take it or leave it
Bushay
Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2015
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