I'm
in a sad slipping way
It's
a bad shipping day
To
board a boat, get on
Sailing
waters afloat.
Battling
treacherous seas
Facing
terror biting fleas
Walking
new land, on foot
The
shores smooth the sand
Put
in itchy material
The
force is more than real
Sitting
in a bus, inactivity
Is
not my way. I fuss
Demanded
into lines
They
gave my parents fines
Observing
the grounds, looking
For
familiarity, in silent sounds
The
knowledge I received
Makes
me feel deceived
Gazing
and pondering, thinking
About
the sorrowful society, and wondering...
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