It smells.
I'm not so old
at 45 I'm not resolved.
But all you do is get me told.
The waters cold
your tea has holes.
It's not a break
or so I'm told.
You want to bitch
Cus you're getting old.
And there's nothing better than poking holes,
in wrongs and rights
and do's and dont's
of lives that role
and strife untold.
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