A poem about, what the world is, handing to us all, scams, pollution, and everything else, that's, causing troubles in our lives, and there's, simply, NO escaping all of this permanently, translated…
The Seams on the Side of the Pants, Needed to Get Loosened by a Lot, Can't Allow My Movements to Become Too Thin to Get Lifted Up
There's that Voice that Won't Get Muffled, Like Those Tsunami Waves Hitting the Rocks at the Seaside, Needed to Find that Comeback, to Pounce.
a world full of mess, that's what's, handed to us all...the world, on the verge of, destruction...artwork found online
Chopping Off Those Excessive Bullshit of Words! Some of the Descriptions are Way too Intricate, Destined to Tire Out the Readers.
That High Tone Sounding Like Muffled Thunder, If You Can Sing Less of It, Then, Do that. Don't Turn the Angers, and the Displeases into the Weapons that Attacked.
After Meeting Up with a Ton of Cons, This Time, Someone Actually Tried to Scam the Money from My Possessions, and in the End, Someone Will be, Crying All the Way, Back, Home!
And, this is on having ENOUGH, of the SHITS that this world's, handed to us, and, enough is enough, but there's, still, NO escape from it all, because we're, put on this @#$%ING planet, and our times aren't, "expired" yet, and so, we must, keep, managing, living, surviving in this world so full of, SHIT!
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