Tuesday, 20 April 2021

stop in their track

All psychiatrists stop in their track, 
They stop and chew their nails
And then sharp at 10.40 they pick their
Hair and fall into an ocean so deep, 
Some like getting into a bottomless pit, 
So deep, so deep that they find it in
Their hearts to do good, only justly good
And sleep for the day: a slumber full
And deep! Victory, victory, victory! 

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