The Daily Growl

Thought I felt a chill

Thought an underrated skill

A hazard to the emotionally challenged

Fibers from a rope

In the roughness of your hand you cope

With cuddles and the gentle revolution

The guts and gluttony

The chicken of the sea

Will hardly fill your restless void

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The useless crap you sell

Will leave us more or less annoyed

Down the street you go

Rumors of a one man show

How silly we can be about the future

Parent to the cause

A hustle through and then you pause

To study or to ponder or reflect

It's laid out in a line

That curves and breaks with time

And underscores this fragile nation

But I guess it's right

To love the girls who fight

Off our manly acts of desperation