There is no angel in the real life,
There are no guardians to keep you safe.
You only have yourself to trust,
As you hold onto your very bust.
So don’t trust in me, trust in you.
Or else reality will spank you with a shoe,
If reality had not done so already.
It’s the real life, are you ready?
Sometimes the whack takes many forms,
Like insects crawling up your hair,
Hiding in your very unwashed hair.
As you reel with disgust at yourself.
Would you rather lose your head,
Or bow down to unfair kings instead.
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