The mess & the good
It’s intense
Eight mouths
Competing one against the other
Can’t tell who’s the loudest
It’s a mixture of a tornado
cracking down
they’ve pressed
my last buttons
I swear
I feel pissed
They are a taste of hell
and heaven too
Awe they read
A little prayer!
That I shall crush it
For my constipated
biz adventures
Tidied up the storm crash
Kisses on my cheeks
Love won at the end
I have no choice
but to love
the mess, the good, the whole package
of everything they are!
