The Poisoned Molasses Cycle
I've lost hope of a happy ending.
There are wounds that haven't been mending.
There is no point in contending,
Depending on how fast I'm descending.
I'm intending to start attending
A party of the extending
Of a certain finger, offending
The pompous and condescending.
The money I've earned is pending.
I've constantly been misspending
A mental state that is unbending.
Its sending a madness that is impending.
I've been pretending to start befriending
The people I've been inventing.
The pain is quite unrelenting.
Its a slow cycle that is unending.
I'll have to start asking others if I'm winning.
The cycle will not stop spinning.
Now I'm devilishly grinning...
There are wounds that haven't been mending.
There is no point in contending,
Depending on how fast I'm descending.
I'm intending to start attending
A party of the extending
Of a certain finger, offending
The pompous and condescending.
The money I've earned is pending.
I've constantly been misspending
A mental state that is unbending.
Its sending a madness that is impending.
I've been pretending to start befriending
The people I've been inventing.
The pain is quite unrelenting.
Its a slow cycle that is unending.
I'll have to start asking others if I'm winning.
The cycle will not stop spinning.
Now I'm devilishly grinning...
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I was trying to practice my rhyming skills on this one. I feel like I over did it a little, seeing as every line rhymes.