It was by-far surreal;
I gave in to delicate compassion
I gave none though to oppression
Only came down to dreary depression
Under such a commission:
To space further into dimension
Hoping faithfully for a fusion;
Perhaps a big bang of collision
To have a prominent liaison:
This is my defined version.
This is my sorrowed confession:
I suffer from a frenzied confusion
Caused by an unexpected concussion
Mentally it’s just an abrasion…
I was led by sweet persuasion,
For then I have none a mission
Never to bother of an admission
I don’t care either about permission
For it’s my natural profession;
An ultimatum for green passion
(You have the right for rescission)
I’m capable of handling my envision
I rest in awe of my impulsion
Its raw energy is never a submission
(You can faction me to a subdivision)
The catalyst of my raw suspension
Lies on the daily acts of your aggression
From your soured bitter expression
To the stupefying intangible decision
Not once but on every other occasion
Is what gave me this geared transmission
Though I’m downcast from my conclusion
But my comprehension’s my best possession
I’ll just settle dying watching the television.
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