...Pick up the carton of caffeine
Before you've finished the previous sip
With constant movements
Its got you ripped
With stuttered ambitions and words
Each cheek shakes your hips
And you're in constant shift
What was meant to give you temporary lift
Provided you with a lack of grip
You read today's headlines
For today's daily tip
But it does not fit
For that shoe wasn't stitched for your soul
And within it
It leaves an empty pit...
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