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