Woe-Zy and Toe_Zy Is Me-Zy
Scrambling for the happy life
in a stormy sea
The waves seem to rise
a watery high
Screaming to be heard
a noisey roar
The traveling highway
I cannot egnore
Where is my beating heart
which stress is a part
Nature is plastering me
like crazy art
Picasso in reverse, retreating,
repeating vibrations
and I am drowning
in lifes bountious rations
Trouble and woe-zy
that's me from head to toe-zy.
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