The wrestle, just ain’t worth it
All the tussle and struggle..
Not one bit..
Because it is only me,
Triumphing in rejoice on one side
And losing, flat on my face, to the ground..
On the other..
Either ways, the aftertaste is a bit too much
Like the yummiest dish in the world
With some salt, lacking
Not worth spitting it out
Not worth chewing..
The life on the fence is a torture
Especially the wrestle..
Just ain’t worth it..