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Being your best friend and your own worst enemy is most conflicting. Patting yourself on the back, Or catching yourself by the scruff of the neck. Being happy in thy own self, Easier said than done. One part of you wants to move on with life, But the other is insistent on staying in the past, Dwelling on all the negatives, Blocking all the positives. Maybe the are just like political parties, But in my head, One being as bad as the other. If only I could deafen my mind, I would nt have to listen to either of them, And all would be well with the world. Maybe I will try that electric shock therapy, Stick my brain in a frying pan, Tenderize some synapses and neurons, Or the past, present, and future. Medium rare, a little ****** let them juices flow. Soften the thoughts that haunt us, That we have no control over now. Making life flow easier, But then again, If i go down that road I might not be able to taste anything at all, Everything will be so bland. Trials and tribulations. Being the pepper sauce, Unfortunately. Oh why did we have to have free will, Life would have been so much easier if it was all mapped out for us. This thinking malarkey can really be too much at times, All this contemplating, dwelling, and fretting. Its a dogs life, So simple, so easy No stress or responsibilities, And they dont lose their hair.
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
Scruff of the Neck
Being your best friend and your own worst enemy is most conflicting. Patting yourself on the back, Or catching yourself by the scruff of the neck. Being happy in thy own self, Easier said than done. One part of you wants to move on with life, But the other is insistent on staying in the past, Dwelling on all the negatives, Blocking all the positives. Maybe the are just like political parties, But in my head, One being as bad as the other. If only I could deafen my mind, I would nt have to listen to either of them, And all would be well with the world. Maybe I will try that electric shock therapy, Stick my brain in a frying pan, Tenderize some synapses and neurons, Or the past, present, and future. Medium rare, a little ****** let them juices flow. Soften the thoughts that haunt us, That we have no control over now. Making life flow easier, But then again, If i go down that road I might not be able to taste anything at all, Everything will be so bland. Trials and tribulations. Being the pepper sauce, Unfortunately. Oh why did we have to have free will, Life would have been so much easier if it was all mapped out for us. This thinking malarkey can really be too much at times, All this contemplating, dwelling, and fretting. Its a dogs life, So simple, so easy No stress or responsibilities, And they dont lose their hair.
alan-browne
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33/Tipperary, Laois
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
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