No Surprises

A heart that’s full up like a Landfill,
a job that slowly kills you
bruises that won’t heal.

you look so tired_nhappy,
bring down the government,
they don’t..they don’t speak for us.

I’ll take a quite life, a handsnake some carbon monoxide,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,no alarms and no surprises,
silent,
silent.

This is my final fit, my final bellyache, with..
no alarms and no surprises,no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises, please…

Sucha a poetry house, such a poetry garden.
no alarms and no surprises,no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises, please.

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