RevelationYour life's a mess, girl such a disgrace All those you've pushed away in your haste. But I guess you know best, no time to rest, Stress. the parties, the drugs and the drink pushing ahead don't spare time to think. But when you're alone separated from people; your phone. Yeah, that's when you know You've reaped what you sowed.Revelation
I feel for ya babe.
The drink is your wet-nurse, you suckle and drain. but what you don't know is you're a slave to the flow the ebb. To suffocate the pain, and dumb down your brain
Ode to a Frying PanSizzle; sizzle; sizzle With herbs and oil: to drizzle The untold story of the frying panOde to a Frying Pan
Its humble inventor who I do not know….do you!? It surely was a woman…or a man?
Convenient to cook in Especially as you can look in Your food is surely never to be burnt
But if you burn a finger When you lose your focus and linger Make sure your poignant lesson is surely learnt
And when your belly is full The dishes are never dull As the sturdy frying pan? A breeze to clean!
So pick it up today And start a-cooking (u
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