An Anxious Man

I’m an anxious man,
Living to anxieties plan,
When you see me wringing my hands,
I’m trying hard to give a damn,
But, I’m an anxious man.
I’m an anxious man,
I try to walk the dog when I can,
But I don’t like shit on my hands,
So I use fifteen poopy bags,
Coz I’m an anxious man.
I’m an anxious man,
People say that they understand,
But I don’t think that some give a damn,
They just think that it’s all a sham,
But, I’m an anxious man.

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1 Response

  1. Ragazza Triste says:

    Ugh, must be hard being an anxious man.
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