My frustration is
My swelling unfulfilled pride
Just like a ****** bliss
I run from the passing tide

Humbled by the loathing trust
Amended by the floating dust
I aint bigger than one of your fus
Not greater than one  drop of pus

I ought to be abiding
Yet sought more than eleven rings
More than my fingers could ever dream
But only then, one love, i shall bring -- i think

Humbled by the loathing dust
Amended by the floating trust
I aint bigger than one of your pus
No greater than any of your bs