Simple plans

My plans are few I chose a simple path
Of life to spend my time in little strife
A man I am my life it could define
The grime to lower vastly for my tasks

Demands are true although of them I’ll laugh
Is grand to view my blues to be sublime
And news be gone so fast, is this a crime?
I think it so, you know it’s from the past

The brink it grew to overcome me daft
I think I’d turned to fruit’s forbidden wine
Are dried no prize to me or newer class
Hidden my eyes of hurt in all was high

And now I’ll drink at home, no need to cry
And link into my friends, no evil guys


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