my shoulders, its giving way,
i cant even walk properly, like a fragile tree i sway;
help me oh God, i cant carry on nomore,
1 by 1 things are creeping my way,
problems, issues, big, small, people, work;
i cant take it anymore, im bursting.... help me oh help me,
like a preasure cooker tick tock tick tock,
like a timebomb tick tock tick tock;
i am so small....so tiny, so puny, neglegible,
but my responsibilities so huge, immense, gigantic almost galactic.....
i'm drowning, im drowning, oh please save me.....
i've learnt to deligate and deligate......
dont want to be a renegade......
but its all coming back to me......like a hand grenade........
oh no oh no ..........
Ah. Nice poem :)
Is it just me or Desi korkor has been influencing his readers?
you like thy mentor fishtael gives Desi too much credit
one day this papuper UP at thy door to colect IT
FAshionistA has a mild case of flew
Snatched for a bottle of code-ine
But instead it was nitrates&suplur&...
The blardy thing jest blew
Now Theels, pls do da dressing
I'll see to the kettle hissing
After a minah bomb blast
Nothin' that Camomile tea won't mui-mui's wounds decast
PS: FA, art thou alright deer?
The Bomba, Ambulan & Press are all here!
hmm..hey, you might wanna try Eno. worked for me. :)
hugsss!! thanks all you lovelies...i know you care...
Its just some hurdle that I need to cross. too many things coming at once i really feel like breaking down...
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