I am fed up with the impasse
I long to attack
I am stuck with my demons
You know I have this knack
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I saw a girl this morning
But I was too shy to ask
I just smiled and moved on
Found wanting on the task
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I am too anxious on my anxiety
I have begun to doubt my doubts
I am a boxer with a beer belly
Who can barely survive his bouts
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I am a rhymer and a chimer
I write these words with ease
I scribble and I jot them down
The poetry will never cease
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I think I am a spy
Then they told me I was bad
I thought I was a genius
Then they told I was just sad
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I spent too much time chasing glory
I spent too little time standing still
So now alone again I stand
Asking who what and will