Alessandra Liverani Poems

Panic is a feeling that we all know very well
Anxiety and uneasiness are others I could tell
Although they serve a purpose, we avoid them at all cost
When they appear within us we'd like to tell them to get lost
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I've got a bit of sinus
My throat's a little bit dry
My lungs are a little bit wheezy
But I'm not going to cry
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The day was nigh approaching, coming sooner than I wished
When I would have to pay a visit to the local optometrist
No longer could I reason that it was the font size which was miniscule
I'd have to put on glasses and expose myself to ridicule
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Sure, I smoke, but it's not a problem
There is no problem I see
It's social, it's enjoyable, it's relaxing
What possible problem could there be?
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Thank goodness, the yellow ball is hanging from the rope
If it weren't there, well I really don't think I could cope
Oh no, it's now the red ball swinging in the breeze
My hands tense up, I start to sweat, my whole body's in a freeze
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You're only ten metres from shore
But it may as well be one hundred, or even more
The current you didn't know existed
Is taking you out with strength most twisted
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There was an old man from Alabama
Who spent 55 years in the slammer
His prison was of a kind
That he created in his mind
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Can you think of anything more futile
Than desperately puffing on a cigarette
The fear that you hope to relieve still stays
It's not something that you will forget
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Time never ends, as far as we know
It goes on forever, like the wind which blows
Neverending time, passed without cigarettes
An impossibility, because I'll never forget
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No-one's passed a law which said
You must have a fag when you arise from bed
No-one's made an inviolate rule
A fag must be smoked when you get out of school
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