Sunday 4 November 2007

Frustration



Why do most medicines taste so vile
You feel you’d rather run a mile
While things that tempt your sweet taste buds
Healthwise just don’t deliver the goods
Though sometimes you give your heart and soul
Yet find you can’t achieve your goal
Yet in life in every step you take
You find it’s so easy to make a mistake
Figuratively speaking you fall down life’s big hole
Turn round and find the one way out
Is up a greasy pole

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