Taurus in the Sixth Cusp

I used to listen to a song about a man called to work.

And how it made him function harder.

He couldn’t articulate his need to relax.

And the weights of his log forced him to scream.

I believed he screamed in a rather mediocre and enchanting way.

And the way his throat moved caused me to react

over the potential that my life could reflect his past.

And I want to share this song with you, but.

I can’t get the day off work.

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