Stress
Myself I am troubling
The stress level is doubling
Gastric juices are bubbling
My pancreas is rumbling
Life is turning
The stomach is churning
Forehead is burning
The inner life is yearning
Resources are shrinking
Friendships are stinking
Is life yet linking
Or is everything just sinking
Decisions are made
Plans have been laid
I think I am afraid
Life's been frayed
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