One moment it screws you hard,
Next moment it makes you a drunkard
And still it remains a retard
Who fashions your life like a mirage
You think, you will
You think but its uphill
You are ruled by the mind and
The mind ruled by cellular pills
Yet you think its in control
And the one who laughs uncontrolled
Is your mind who knows not from
That you are just a scum
To the myriad emotions
Scattered around in liasons
Working at breaking your heart
Alas they succeed not in part
Oh ridiculous seer of knowledge
Why don;t you put to more tutelage
Ringing in the various blotches
Of yearly assualt and minutely clutches
And still i feel i maketh
But, the illusion is baketh
Dreamy days are what i liketh
I prefer the night out to the hiketh
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