destiny manifested me jest.
Love, kisses, and all the best.
Blessed but not necessarily sharpest tool.
Been stressed since school.
All those pointless rules.
However, now I’m rested,
I’ve invested time into space.
My shoulders have lost some weight.
I’m smiling, on purpose, it’s great!
Alas, In my gleeful cheese I see some mould.
A weighted blanket of agony unfolds.
You have to tackle a few home truths.
Trace the pain to the root.
Pull out a few wiggly teeth.
I thought I only had one set of adult ones.
It’s all lies,
it’s teeth all the way down.
It’s a wiggly tooth conspiracy,
I’d rather have no teeth,
Than, painful, ulcerated pips.
It’s the juice/squeeze ratio.
“Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.”?
I don’t fucking think so.