You’re a pip! You know that?
Putting all the weight on me as if
My shoulders easily can sore endure
The heavy load.
Possibly you’re trying hard
To break my spirit with your will.
Then again, you’re probably
Just being you, you helpless toad.
Take the burdens, pile them on.
Make the most of my contrition.
Rake my will til I submit
Forsaking hope of recompense.
Let me yield to your agenda,
Jet your burdens far away,
Get you to a safer haven,
Set the clock to common sense.
Put your frazzled mind at ease.
I will save you once again.
All your problems piled on.
Such a price to call you friend.
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