Brace yourselves,a rant is making it's way towards youu.
Wake up groggy eyed,sit there covered in crinkly sheets,
Soaked up in the guilty pleasure of doing nothing.
It's Di..Uh,no,you're not mentally ready enough to brace the day yet.
Feel so much like a fizzled out chilli bomb,that dies before it lights up.
And my fridge is stacked up with boxes of sweets,
but the sweetness of festivity is but a long lost memory.
The only source of happiness remains to be a smooth,sterling silver pen,
with it's gold tinted clip modelled like an arrow.
Howmaterialistic wonderful.*Cough cough.*
It feels so fluid in your palms,the shiny new thing,
Such a shame to be spending the festival of lights,
lighting up your world with the consolation that it's only a day long to go.
That it's only so long before people will live the fast life.
A memory of your mother's voice saying "Isn't it as good a burning money?"
It's a sad-ish time of year for socially anxious teenagers,
Can't even youtube in peace.Bah.
Okeebyee.
Wake up groggy eyed,sit there covered in crinkly sheets,
Soaked up in the guilty pleasure of doing nothing.
It's Di..Uh,no,you're not mentally ready enough to brace the day yet.
Feel so much like a fizzled out chilli bomb,that dies before it lights up.
And my fridge is stacked up with boxes of sweets,
but the sweetness of festivity is but a long lost memory.
The only source of happiness remains to be a smooth,sterling silver pen,
with it's gold tinted clip modelled like an arrow.
How
It feels so fluid in your palms,the shiny new thing,
Such a shame to be spending the festival of lights,
lighting up your world with the consolation that it's only a day long to go.
That it's only so long before people will live the fast life.
A memory of your mother's voice saying "Isn't it as good a burning money?"
It's a sad-ish time of year for socially anxious teenagers,
Can't even youtube in peace.Bah.
Okeebyee.
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