It's everywhere!
I cannot run, cannot hide,
they are exposed...
from inside
(oh no!)
Sweet Jesus, set me free
kill this plague and let me...
be
(not again!)
Nothing that I would not do
to have three words without it...
or two
(Damn!)
This is getting far too thick
(here we go again)
I'd better stop before I'm...sick
I think I'm getting a facial...
(what the hell is he talking about?)
tick
(STOP!!)
Somebody help me, help me...
quick
Reason for writing:
the use of rhyme is a privilege, not a right.
Something to think about.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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