Wine Fault - Caffe Latte

It comes in waves
And it never leaves
Body comes with no guarantees
It climbs me up
And stays there for a while
Dead hiker style
The last-ditch attempt, again
To kill that growing hydra
Or befriend its heads, at least
But the squeaky wheel gets the oil
Like my knee
Which was not supposed to hurt before
I’m gonna burn
My fat away
Like Joan of Arc
Bad habits gone
And washed away
Singing my work song
Since I don’t smoke
The smells are way more distinct
Which is not that amazing
The only glasses I raise
Sit on my nose
’Cause I gotta focus
So my sober days
Start with taking real action
Like inhaling car exhaust
One small step for a man
But a giant leap
For my jogging routine
I’m gonna burn
My fat away
Like Joan of Arc
Bad habits gone
And washed away
Singing my work song

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Wine Fault

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