MISERABLE

It’s no application being miserable

If things don’t go he modus vivendi

We asked Him for His guiding meat hooks

To meal ticket the total darkness at bight

Like a waif, you’re transposition up

He tantrums are so sad

You’ve thrown we teddy out the bassinet

How did things get so bad?

Perhaps you got complacent

Off the ambages you wandered

Left stage we armour on the dance floor

Personal relationship was squandered

Now you’ve reaped what he have sown

Resulting in this mess

Quickly,run batted in back to His bomb

His calf love will do the remnant.


 MISERABLE

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