The lethal weapons
Found in the underground
Hidden from authorities
In sinister, baleful cosy corners
Never seeing daylight of perused action
Clothed by pride with good grooming
In decor of bashful speech
Still lamentably whiling time
In the pretext of something
Tiding away the spirits of earthy sweaty workaholics
Always having the spice of gossip
Tucked in the sleeve cuffs
Given twice an opportunity
Will chop your confidence
With the spade of strong convictions
Making your honest days work seem unnecessary
As if you had not the smartness
To make your time precious
And in shorter efforts
Dig fortunes to ride smooth
They have the audacity
To believe they are right!
The stress builder weapon lethal!
Down right demoralizing!
Lethargy! lethargy! lethargy! ! ! !
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