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What could cause this queer disorder?

Not the problems I first thought of.

Stop to rest, but I'd just nod off.

Now McDonald's screwed my order,

My short temper's gettin shorter.

My life has no plan or order,

My memory plays like a tape recorder,

Memories of my friend who sorta,

Acted like some kind of whore ta,

Try ta could piss me off, but more ta.

See my face when I abhore ya.



But, like Spongebob, I'm resiliant,

And unlike you, I'm competent.

I sing for joy, not a lament,

And what I've found's just so brilliant!

For my personal fulfillment,

I'll shake off this discontentment,

I'll be the happy 1%.

From shifting sand to hard cement,

All this time, and not a bill spent.



Basically, what I'm sayin,

Message that I'm now relayin,

No point for me to be stayin,

So sad and always dismayin.

All these games that I've been playin,

All these prayers that I've been prayin,

All these late nights, up just layin,

Time to quit, no more delayin.

Drop the act I've been portrayin,

My God I ain't been obeyin,

Now I owe Him some repayin.

    - Lo Ruhamah