Going over and over brand-new roundabouts
It keeps on coming over the unknown void
Slowly excreting from the inner thyroid
I weird myself out every time I sigh
So I feed myself bowls of seedless rye
It wants me to sit up and take some notice
Instead of living with the Greek tree lotus
I listen to no news as it spoils my day
Talking riddles is the old way to say
It drives me crazy but the message is clear
Allow me to swallow my L.A Beer
I cannot lie that the feeling is so good
Staying up all night to chop firewood
It may happen to you so please beware
You will end up growing some ginger hair
I sometimes see between the astral veil
In there I can see the tortured children wail
It makes me more determined than ever
To win this war we need to be more than clever
I display toughness to those who care to look
I learned how to do that by reading many a book
It forces me to raise my game up to the image
Let’s hope no-one tests me and I end up in a scrimmage
Cheers!
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