One left is cancer;
You will wish that one turns zero,
Because that ends the rage and hate,
You eat the same piece of chalk
Every hour, minute, and second.
And each second, you wished the
Unit turned to a millisecond,
More chalk comes on your plate.
“White chalk and white chalk only.”
How filthy you pesker the smell even.
I fulfilled every step along the way.
I worked my ass off.
I paid the bills
I own a house.
And I worked my ass off.
Then, the briefcase man cried, “Where is the next adventure?!”
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