Script

You start off with your curse words
And you wake up on your bad times,
Believing it is someone else’s script.

Someone else is spinning the story,
Someone else’s story put upon you
In most loose fitting straight jacket.

The wind blows up a straight jacket
And you swept off your muddy feet.
You don’t get to act your own script.

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