Frustration

 

She is interesting, frustration

With her enticement of red wine

And uncontrollable everything holes

on a Monday.

Why she decides to come and visit

only God knows,

Yet when she arrives

She is exactly everything you want, to be

But can’t and so despise

Her existence and superior ways

Which, all of a sudden, are not within you,

But confidently standing on the outside.

 

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