Tytuł: Weary Progress

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It was a nervous little shudder,
  I was thinking of my mother,
  I was making up excuses,
  I was sorry, sore, no intimacy.
  Cradlecap and funny sports and thin.
  I miss my daughter's breath.
  What really sticks it in
  are the cold spots in the bed.
  
  Like everybody in the world,
  I want to be misunderstood.
  Likable, creepy,
  underrated, braggart,
  busy, really good.
  It's weary progress.
  
  I yell, I get frustrated, I scream.
  Drunk brother painting bare rooms.
  Christmas trees are scary things at 2 a.m and
  foolish lips are all the way in Boston,
  but they're sounding pretty good.
  
  Like everybody in the world, I want to be
  misunderstood.
  Likable, creepy,
  underrated, braggart,
  busy, really good.
  It's weary progress.