Dead End

Gotta go fast
If you don’t wanna
Be last
In this rat race

The man up top
He got a mace
And he’s chasing you down
Giving you a frown
Whilst he’s wearing
His crown

Terrorising the town
Tearing up the place
Won’t anyone help?
Help..?
Help.
Well…
…welp

I can’t last
Any longer
I can’t last
Anymore

I don’t want this
I don’t want
Any of this
I’m gonna give
This one
A
Miss

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McDream's Poetry

I write stuff. Mostly comedy. Probably unfunny, if it's not your cup of tea drink coffee.