October 1, 2009
Frustrated can't breathe or think
I'm bout to blow up like a gas tank
bout to explode like a pen full of ink

face so red, eyes are bulging
I'm bout to scream
I'm not joking
over something so little but so frustrating

a jar a jar I can not open
its full of pickles
and one I want to taste
I can not stand this if it don't open
It will break

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