I hear you lost control;
I'm ambivalent to your state:
If what they mean is self-control,
Hold on, don't abdicate.
Now you're with damage control;
A wreck from inner strife:
You also have motor control,
So move on with your life.
I hear you've issues with quality control;
And want exclusive rights:
Exclude me from your command control,
I'm not your copyright.
If you're caught-up in crowd control;
Can't find a safe way out:
Put yourself on flight control,
Then kick and scream and shout.
With Life there is no price control;
It's often on back order:
With Life you give and take control,
It's cheaper across the border.
So set yourself on cruise control;
Steer clear of power potholes:
Pass the Freaks who need control,
Those assholes backfill sinkholes.
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