In this world,
they make you bend over backwards,
to achieve even the smallest thing,
and there is little time to relax,
little time for peace of mind,
little time to change tact,
and barely any time for a tranquil mind,
a calm mind,
and peace inside,
and it is sad,
very sad,
that the pressure of life forces you to be an acrobat,
all bent out of shape,
and from stress wasting away,
wasting away all the hours of the day,
and unhappy most of the time,
and life it far too often leaves you flat,
and the world has gone mad,
because even at home, there is no escape from the stresses,
that leave you worn out and weary,
and that make you want to lay down on your back,
and sleep forevermore,
to escape the stress,
that invades your heart and your mind,
and that you try to get away from,
but no, you are not safe even indoors,
and life it is far too often a stressful bore,
and in this world, yes, they make you bend over backwards,
to achieve even the smallest thing,
and there is little time to relax,
and it is a tragedy for humanity,
that humanity is miserable far too frequently,
and how much suffering there is,
and what little enjoyment in life there really is,
and how cruel it is, and how many people are trapped,
and how cruel it is, that we all suffer far too much,
and can’t escape, a world of misery that humanity creates,
a world of complexity, a world of bombacity,
a world of stress, and of stressful veracity,
that does tax us far too frequently,
leaving us, with such melancholy and depressions,
and maladies from its insanities, and in a terrible mess.
oh, why cannot the world see, that it is no good,
this way of living, because it only cuts lives short,
from such despicable stresses,
stresses that we are forced to endure,
because of bureaucratic acts, a bureaucratic mess.
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