In circles we go,
around we try.
But at some point soon,
we'll stop and maybe die.
And there you stand,
and not to loose.
But one day soon,
it's you who'll bruise.
And day after day
Repeated ground.
To fit you with a muzzle,
and **** you into town.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC
In circles we go,
around we try.
But at some point soon,
we'll stop and maybe die.
And there you stand,
and not to loose.
But one day soon,
it's you who'll bruise.
And day after day
Repeated ground.
To fit you with a muzzle,
and **** you into town.
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