The Closet


I've built myself a closet,
it's quite a work of art.
With concrete walls & iron hinges
it can't be torn apart.
Inside I've got some boxes,
full of anger, hurt and pain.
that's why I put them in there,
to keep from going insane.
Too old to build another,
and I'm just to tired to try.
This one will have to last me,
until the day I die.
So I'm giving you a warning,
Believe me this ain't no bull.
If I were you I'd leave me alone,
the closest almost full!

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