The Struggle Bus

In times long since lost

In a land long forgot

There existed a vessel 

Where minds turned to rot

It’d come unexpected

When things all seemed great

The engine’d turn on

As it’d exit its gate

It’d halt all your progress

And end your hard work

The block would set in 

Your thoughts it would jerk

Ideas would all vanish

With nary a trace

Because this old vessel 

Would cloud your brain space

And yet though a legend

And yet just a tale

This scary old monster

Still comes without fail

It haunts all the world

Still causes a fuss

We’ve all rode before

That damn Struggle Bus


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