Sequels

Routine in the agony
Sit in the alleyway and wait
This endeavour became an unobtainable charade
You’re keeping the secrets, but giving them sequels instead
My fury and disappointments collaborate for your enjoyment
Can’t you see I’m tipping over the edge of the beg
And tired and ridiculous, slipping up on every step I tread.
Can’t you see I’m tipping over the edge of the beg?
And tired and ridiculous, slipping up on every step I tread.