My Mind
my mind wants to soar,
but it seems it can't no more,
because my body is too sore
it's closed that mental door,
of this I'm fairly sure,
but I am forced to endure,
until they find a cure,
till then, aching to the core,
it's such a Gosh-damm bore
this is the poem's end,
of that I do assure,
cause that is what I swore!
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