Phobia

Phobia

phobia





Roses afraid to raise head
Grass rejects to wake from bed;
Lighters avoid giving us lead
Sky refuses to act as shed,
Cause of coming phobia blade.
Some toys are in heir,
Uphill to beam there.
Close eyes to drink dark
Why feel like a jerk;
Always all sense crispy phobia bark.
Long roads cross for fake hope
Run thousand miles to hang in that loop,
Chain of elegance breaks by a group
Basket of flashy mixes in the purity soup;
Unseemly phobia grows like crop.
Write full stop to make mankind amphibious

Get the hell out, phobias.

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