Nothing to do!
No work to look forward to
None to talk to!
Engaged only with my lines
My words, a pack of useless lies
This now my affair
A little unfair huh?
I think I must die
Ha ha ha
No courage to decide
To end my life, to commit suicide.
The woods are lovely dark and deep
I have no promises to keep
I beg your pardon Robert Frost
I borrowed your lines for I am lost.
Live for as long I need to live
It is never too late to turn a leaf.
But this fruit I throw up
Is a big relief.
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