Don't groan, mourn and run
When corny clouds on your horizon gather
To seek to smoulder your plan
As in confusion lies your limbo lather.
Don't cave in, collapse and cry
When shimmy sirens shake your faith foundation
To wreck your resolve and try
To suppress seasons of your generation.
Don't cross and castigate your knees
When noise and numbness knock at your door
To wrest your resolve and fabricate foible fees
As in somnolence and silence you slump on your fetid floor.
Don't deaden and dim on your dreams
When sullied setbacks visit your view
Detach, snatch and blanch your streams of vanilla creams
As they catapult your concerns at the back of a cranky queue.
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