My Past Rhymes

Mo’ Stress

Stress is the bane, of my existance,
Its creeps up and strikes, when no ones listenin,
Makes me hot, bothered and ratty
Makes me shout, at people around me
If i could have, just one lil wish,
id wish for a stress free life, no shit
Where i work, when i wake, if i like
Where i dont own a car, i ride a bike
In a hot peaceful place, with no hostility
And absalutly no responcibility..

Ahhhh 🙂

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