Swearing up a blue streak was her pressure relief mechanism
And she needed all the relief she could get tonight
Little did she know her ex was going to be there with his super-model girlfriend
That’s when she knew she had to do something to assert dominance
Yet loosening the tops to the seasoning shakers were probably not the route to go
To put her mind through the mental pressure cooker
Researching what her next “next” was going to be
All she wanted to do was to level up now
It was her passion, but she realized it was unrealistic
Now she needed to double down on the work. It will all pay off later.
Given how much it meant to her, this failure left her soul feeling heavy
Reason told her this time wasn’t any different then the million times before
And she knew she should let go of that emotional weight
Vanity wouldn’t let that happen, though
It kept her rooted firmly on the ground
That pressure to beat Sisyphus by pushing up her metaphorical boulder
Yielded the same result. She never left her personal black hole
Racing towards a climax
Everything slows down
Losing oneself in the moment
Every sensation is amplified
And the pressure continues to build
So when you plunge over the edge
Everything feels of so right
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Things are going to get worse before getting better
Or at least that’s what it looks like right now
Under such pressures, lesser people might crack
Going to take a rugged person to stand back up
Here’s to the people ready to pull up our sleeves and rebuild
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Pushing past the limits of her endurance
Rita kept ratcheting up the tension in her muscles
Everything was on the line this time
Success and she was set for life
Slip up and she would be homeless and broken
Urging her body to give her just a little more
Rita growled as she felt her opponent quiver
Everything after that happened so fast she didn’t know how to react
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Francisco pulled out his putter and gave his brother the bird
Every year this golf game determines the honor of who hosted Christmas.
Under that sort of pressure, Francisco watched his brother step to the ball
Don’t you know it. Francisco sneezed just as his brother swung
Giving the topic the weight it deserved
Rob thought about how heavy this discussion was going to be
Acerbity left his mouth fowled
Veiled threats forced themselves into his thoughts
It put pressure on what he was about to do
To think his dignity was about be sucked into a black hole
Yet he still made the airplane noises to get John to eat is peas
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Pushing on through the pain was Geoff’s forte
Running through the low bushes scrapped his legs raw
Every breath was labored, oxygen a rare commodity
Sounds of pursuit began to grow
Sending Geoff into more of a panic
Urging more speed from his spent limbs, he tumbled to the ground
Realizing fleeing was no longer an option, Geoff stood up, picking up a branch
Even a lump of coal could become a diamond. Time to see what he was made of
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Debts keep climbing the walls of financial stability
Assaulting sensibility with extreme prejudice
Not leaving wiggle room as people squirm under the pressure
Can you hear Nero fiddle as flames of destruction grow?
Even as we sing the Genesis tune, “I can’t…”
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