This Sickness..Reactions Please
 

This is my sickness the thing that i do,
i'm poeticly real like cold steel how about you,
strangle loose leaf paper make the ink turn blue,
but i remain to stay,
poeticly at play,
get heart broken but i refrain,
i refuse to let it make me insane,
so what i choose,
is to poeticly brouse,
those who want me to loose,
and dont think you cant do the same,
those who cheat at the game,
and try to point the blame,
you can turn back and point the middle,
at the first signal,
so do what i do refuse to let it make you feel little,
and go and turn the table,
and strangle these rhymes with the microphone cable!
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