I do this, I do that
a little bit of this, a little bit of that, see
I do this every day, it’s like a ditty in my head
that just won’t go away
As for your parents
you see, they keep you close
to help you to not go astray
I do this, I do that
Never did I imagine
I would end up here with you
sipping this glass of wine
that’s bitterer than you
I accept the fact
that this life, my life, as its own
has hints of greens yellows purples and blues
But, it is this mellifluous poetry
that keeps me
from going underground
It desist me from
this dreadful blues of darkness,
I am alive
and this is what I do, survive
I do this, I do that
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