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Stress is undefined

Howzit, slang, what’s up man, whoa calm down Stress
How much do you know that you should calm down
Hi, I am talking to ye, hey Stress, I am talking to you
Well, Stress, if you come here, I will make thou
A vanishment, oh, how do you like it? I thought thou art gone

Such poetry, oh, he doesn’t know

Howzit, what’s up man, the lockdown has been staying at home
How much does Stress know that she should cause to stop
Hi, Stress, how do ye like being here, suffer, no idea
But when He is here, you are gone like a flash
Ye know the Miracle Creator, that is Him that makes Stress gone

Such poetry, oh, he doesn’t know

Howzit, what’s up man, oh it looks like that Stress is no more
No there nor here, forever, though they, how come
Stress is still with their mental, oh how come, the chant, how come
Ye think what you like, nor you don’t like what the riddle, such life
To such life, how yet it sounds like stress to study

Such poetry, oh, he doesn’t know

Howzit, what’s up man, oh it looks like, be like, it depends on thou
How ye define thyself, or how you think your life will become
Nor undefined what’s already undefined, oh they blame, be like
Such life and such life, oh such a riddle, and hear this word
More than ten times, how to define it is, yes more than ten times
Such poetry, oh, he doesn’t know

© Ismael Mansoor

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