Worries (poem) 

I really wish I knew for sure
What concerns people do adore, 
That keep them wrapped inside their head 
Until they may as well be dead. 

Concerns are like people 
So many which produce so little. 
So like any chump who bothers me, 
I discard my worries like chittle! 

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