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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Thursday, 5 December 2013

Do it yourself, maahn...

Before I pondered I always used to be bothered
when my mother would call me over and over,
to take away a cup I had left on the table,
or a plate I had left hanging round in the sink.

Certain things give you a sluggish attitude,
You start to dream of one day doing them,
instead of getting off your feet to do them
So it was a wake up call to heed to the situation.

If she had bailed and let me have my way,
I'd have ended up being selfish and lazy,
I'd not know the best way for things to be done,
and as they say, If you want it done right,

Do it yourself, mahn.

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