Brattler
Brattler
Six years gone and you rattle on,
You created your own mess.
Six years on and you prattle ‘til dawn,
We all need a hobby, I guess.
How you must suffer through complaint,
Your curated obsession.
Repeating it all without restraint,
Such a solitary profession.
So, what’s the angle, fam?
Are you nuts or is it a scam?
You’ve bitched so long and so hard,
There’s no room left to give a damn.
How long ‘til you’re over it, friend,
Maybe you need a holiday.
A minor matter to transcend,
So many problems go away.
Continue in this possession,
You will never get ahead.
Stuck in your endless depression,
You’ve gotta get out of your own head.
So, what’s the angle, fam?
Are you nuts or is it a scam?
You’ve bitched so long and so hard,
There’s no room left to give a damn.
Cliff Lake 6/16/2024
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