It's that time
Prince is back
In the mix
Not standing back
Focused and ready
Defending attacks
From those less willing
To burden their backs
Pretending they're friendly
To hit morale highs
Could write 3 books
Filled with their lies
Arrogance apparent
Honour deprived
Like an angry bee
Kicked out the hive
But it'll be fine
We'll get through
Their damage is seasonal
Like the flu
I'll just smile
And let it drift by
On a scale of importance
It aint very high
There's much to discover
And more to see
To be rid of anger
Is to be free
And if sometimes
It starts to return
Don't beat yourself up
In time, you'll learn
That restraint from action
Will save you time
Maybe write it all down
Perhaps make it rhyme..
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