poem
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PRESSURE
Pressure! water bursting out the walls
seeping through the halls
so much, it’s building up inside
no where to go, to hide
creeping through the cracks
too much to handle, to little facts
too much lying, crying, dying
its all building up and frying
Pressure! yelling, screaming, fighting
trying, beating, tying
Stop It! don’t burst through!
just patch it up with some glue
we’ll make it all hide
oh whatever, with all your chide*
disguise, demise, with all your lies
it aint one of your highs
Pressure! time and time again
it aint prolific like Wren*
all it does is hate, discriminate
you like no trait
what about that drop
ooh you saw me plop*
can you see it now?
i guess it’s not enough for bow* (then you can see it!)
Oops…too much too much
ooh not even a touch
could save it now
water, out the bough*
out the door
out my corps
too much to handle
pressure outing the candle
Oops…you can see it now, cant you?
stop it now, it’s just so blue
do you even have a clue
just take, and your face should hue
you can see it now, i can tell
oh I know, now it’s ringing a bell
look at the injure, that wall is hit
it aint all so ginger, or is it?
you meant well, i guess i guess
just cant u see the stress
water up and out, everywhere
thoughts bursting through the air
look at the major clean up
it aint ever gonna get as small as sup*
its not gonna go away
why cant you just be gay*
Gay*, it’s such a Happy word
but you say nay
you don’t agree, or flee, but fight
again, pressure’s building up a height
you say they’re crass
you’re such an ass!
your making it steam
oh no, you’re wrong, it’s not to bream*
it’s getting bad again, water
getting ready to slaughter
you’re gone, not coming back
who’s gonna help me, not that mack*
fine then, leave now you Bitch
walk away with a hitch
i’m alone now, with my water
it’s subsiding, down you got her
i’m sorry, will you forgive me
see, it’s down you know, the sea
your right i’m right, your wrong i’m wrong
no more pressure cuz we’re strong
fine then, Bitch!
you cant see beyond your glitch
water bursting, rising
no no, I wont, water subsiding
*chide-censure severely or angrily*Wren-English architect who designed many a many buildings*plop-drop something; drop with the sound of something falling in the water*bow-ship*bough-large branch of tree, usually were most amount of water is lost by transpiration*sup-small amount of liquid (food)*gay-happy*Gay-whatever you want it to mean*bream-clean a ship bottom with heat*mack-waterproof, British raincoat made of rubberized fabric*
PRESSURE
Pressure! water bursting out the walls
seeping through the halls
so much, it’s building up inside
no where to go, to hide
creeping through the cracks
too much to handle, to little facts
too much lying, crying, dying
its all building up and frying
Pressure! yelling, screaming, fighting
trying, beating, tying
Stop It! don’t burst through!
just patch it up with some glue
we’ll make it all hide
oh whatever, with all your chide*
disguise, demise, with all your lies
it aint one of your highs
Pressure! time and time again
it aint prolific like Wren*
all it does is hate, discriminate
you like no trait
what about that drop
ooh you saw me plop*
can you see it now?
i guess it’s not enough for bow* (then you can see it!)
Oops…too much too much
ooh not even a touch
could save it now
water, out the bough*
out the door
out my corps
too much to handle
pressure outing the candle
Oops…you can see it now, cant you?
stop it now, it’s just so blue
do you even have a clue
just take, and your face should hue
you can see it now, i can tell
oh I know, now it’s ringing a bell
look at the injure, that wall is hit
it aint all so ginger, or is it?
you meant well, i guess i guess
just cant u see the stress
water up and out, everywhere
thoughts bursting through the air
look at the major clean up
it aint ever gonna get as small as sup*
its not gonna go away
why cant you just be gay*
Gay*, it’s such a Happy word
but you say nay
you don’t agree, or flee, but fight
again, pressure’s building up a height
you say they’re crass
you’re such an ass!
your making it steam
oh no, you’re wrong, it’s not to bream*
it’s getting bad again, water
getting ready to slaughter
you’re gone, not coming back
who’s gonna help me, not that mack*
fine then, leave now you Bitch
walk away with a hitch
i’m alone now, with my water
it’s subsiding, down you got her
i’m sorry, will you forgive me
see, it’s down you know, the sea
your right i’m right, your wrong i’m wrong
no more pressure cuz we’re strong
fine then, Bitch!
you cant see beyond your glitch
water bursting, rising
no no, I wont, water subsiding
*chide-censure severely or angrily*Wren-English architect who designed many a many buildings*plop-drop something; drop with the sound of something falling in the water*bow-ship*bough-large branch of tree, usually were most amount of water is lost by transpiration*sup-small amount of liquid (food)*gay-happy*Gay-whatever you want it to mean*bream-clean a ship bottom with heat*mack-waterproof, British raincoat made of rubberized fabric*