That are better left unsaid,
Either to the world at large,
Or simply in your head,
Like, how you'd love to smash,
A head or a life,
A thought not foreign to most,
Who have ever experienced strife,
Which is everyone,
For it's a rite of passage,
From childhood to adult.
It's like the old adage:
The kids are alright,
They can stay behind with her,
They'll be better off, anyway,
Than in my unpredictable world.
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