A slimmer into your salvation
So can you really make this condemnation
To a cycle of arbitration
It's killing
This chilling
Amazing thrilling
Positively fulfilling
Rendered high to the ceiling
Constantly demeaning
This willing drilling feeling
Always ever green
Sometimes often mean
Almost rarely seen
Feels like a dorsal fin
Stuck on a fish trying to win
Swimming swiftly in
This force
With no remorse
Striving to get off this course
Like a jumping horse
Stronger like a native Norse
Excited with so much glee
To blind to seeIt's staring at me
Was it worth the fee
They'll ask and ponder thee
And when'll it be free
You just have to wait for your moment
Away from the torment
And leave no comment
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