Too much! I can’t bear the sight of the moon,
Of sweet tranquility, with sparkling stars
On a long-drawn-out sands of the sea
In a sight oh too awesome to behold!
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Too much! I can’t bear the light on my face,
Of limelight, commending with an ovation
The very much fakes standing by the side
All lined up devious as a cobra can be!
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Too much! I can’t bear the scent of perfumes,
Of clouded smokes, billowing like aureoles;
Of these incense, a stench most revile foul
Puffed from heartless mindless fools!
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Too much! I can’t bear the choking studies,
Of a profound knowledge, critically mindful;
Of securing better hope, and a bright future
All’s a cliché, as it bites the hand that feeds!
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Too much! I can’t bear the loving smudge,
Of being blatantly affectionate, adorable;
Of being overtly concerned, so caring
Bah! Lycanthropes in indebted form!
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Too much! I can’t bear the beating heart,
Of a beautiful smile, a joking manner;
Of joviality so crude, a resounding pretense,
`Tis an atomic bomb stealthily preying!
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Too much! I can’t bear imagining in time,
Of what wonders could be achieved
Or what joys complete, what faith proceeds
Beware all is a void, to vacate another!
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Too much! I can’t bear the pledge of promise,
Of a sound propinquity, a trust it builds
On a believing basis, securing all hostilities
Beckon beforehand! Promises come undone!
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Too much! I can’t bear the sweet smelling lilies,
Of roses, daisies, forget-me-nots, and tulips
On a bouquet, not a sentence can ever express
Such a paradox lie, told by a trusted moronic!
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Too much! I can’t bear the sun’s morn shine,
Of enriching vitamins, of dark-coloured tan
On a tendered skin, growing flaccid in time;
Such a benefiting purpose goes awry!
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Too much! I can’t bear the water deep,
Of a blizzard Celsius, frozen as glaciers;
Of a volcanic Kelvin, searing as the Sol
Oh such temperament! So confusing!
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Too much! I can’t bear the clowning,
Of a wigged donned professional feign;
Of a humorous charlatan disorder
A double-dealer with a brain!
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Too much! I can’t bear the constant chatter,
Of a little jokes, a few sentence of sarcasm;
Of profound gossiping, masses of praise;
A daggering tongue fit for the stakes!
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Too much! I can’t bear the flowing music,
Of sweet symphony, a sense of serendipity,
Of modern rapping, a touch of porn groove
All a changing paradox in harmony!
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Too much! I can’t bear the thick hair,
Of shampooed fragrant, smooth and soft,
Of all things: a throng infestation of lice
A constant bloodsucking irritant!
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