Unwell
Here I sit on a swivel chair
One afternoon, bright and fair
Inside a room of concrete and glass
Trying to unease my ass
Oh! Lord, please help me get my focus
For I've been in a long hiatus
Barely existing like a ghost
A lonely worm without a host
Lord I think I am unwell
But only my deep brain could tell
Copyright © Roger Roger | Year Posted 2024
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