Personal War Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum
Personal War
Damn you discipline!
You are an indestructible knight
with the thickest of armors.
All I have is a twig and there is
no perceivable way to get through to you.
This is my own personal war
and I am so under equipped.
What do I do?
I can try to pin you down,
but you are a well-trained
soldier meant to resist me.
There must be some other way.
I got to move on with my life
and I cannot do it without you.
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