Conflict (What a Problem)

by The Black Angel Lloyd Rose   Apr 8, 2006


Don’t let shit get you down,
Stop, drop, and turn the f.u.c.k around,
Look the conflict in its face;
Gaze upon it in disgrace,
Turn around; walk away,
And it will follow any day,
So turn around and slay it with passion,
Angrily, happily, really in any fashion.
Leave the problem lying on the floor,
As you turn again and walk out the door.

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