Gone Is Another Chance

Stuck in a backed up duct...

A flow has start to slow.

And there one sits until a busted luck,

Erupts!

In a panic that one shows.

And gone,

Is another chance to do...

What one chooses.

Or sip on booze to fuel.

Gone...

Is another chance to do,

What one chooses.

Plucked like a duck that will get stuffed.

To cook until one's done.

One like this is too corrupt.

With winning thoughts to come.

But gone,

Is another chance to do...

What one chooses.

Or sip on booze to fuel.

Gone...

Is another chance to do,

What one chooses.

Or pick a fight to feud.

Gone...

Is another chance to do,

What one chooses.

Stuck in a backed up duct!

And gone,

Is another chance to do...

What one chooses.

Stuck in a backed up duct!

And gone,

Is another chance to do...

What one chooses.

Stuck in a backed up duct!

Stuck in a backed up duct!

And gone,

Is another chance to do...

What one chooses.

Prahast Sharma

PGDBM-B