Train Wreck

On the right track,

get off my back.

Why can’t you cut me some fucking slack?

Off the rails,

telling tale tales.

About to crash, and everyone bails.

My minds full of clutter,

my hearts aflutter.

Thrown and alone, I lay in the gutter.

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