It wakes me in the morning
Convinces me to rise from bed
Seems to offer some reward
If I give into it
But as I slog and grind and slave
Through the pressures of the day
It wanes and withers sad and slow
Never seems to stay
But as I crawl to sleep at night
It welcomes me again
Soars high and proud and says to me:
You've missed your shot
Such poor luck
But I'll be back tomorrow
You whiny lazy fuck
My ambition is a preteen erection
And it's a fleeting piece of shit.
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