Use your brain and figure out
What the fudge I talk about…
No relieve from all this pain -
Grief and sorrow are the main…
Nothing went the way I planned…
Get the blade and stop this trend…
Cut the leaf and put an end -
And the changes can so blend…
All emotions send to hell…
Give up only heartache smell…
Seed of suffering shall sprout,
Then it all shall be devoured…
What the fudge...
© Copyright: Александер Петерсон, 2008
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