Maybe he wasn’t the most efficient person
Under duress, he could be even worse
Determination, though, was something he had in abundance
Determination to show those faster hares what a tortoise could do
Life could take the rat race and shove it
Eventually, he would make a better mousetrap and they would all have to slow down
Wishing he was right, but knowing he wasn’t
Really, he couldn’t be farther from being correct
Only he was committed now, and backing down was worse, wouldn’t it?
Now it was time to pay the piper, but he had no money
Going to be bad, but the rest of the village had said what could the pied piper do?
Pushing a pile of it across her desk back in 2019
All she wanted was to bury her head and ignore the rest of it
Perhaps somehow find a wormhole in reality and fall in
Emerging in her house, free from any of those damn dead trees
Reality hit her during the pandemic. Electrons were even worse than …
Outside all was quiet except for that ever-present northern wind
Ugly clouds shouted that something bad was coming
That put Kristoff into an even more foul mood
Pulling duty in such a remote Nordic section of the kingdom was horrible
Observing his youth and career slowly blowing away in this wasteland was worse
So deep he was in his musings that he didn’t hear the twang of the released bowstring
The snow soon covered up the red stain
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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Wrestling with all the words
Recording a random assemblage of them
It is worse than a million monkeys reproducing Shakespeare
That’s when most people are ready to give up
Except you can’t. That story needs to be told, so you…
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For once they were lost
It was made worse when both their phones died
Now all they had were their tent, some supplies, and each other
Don’t you know they discovered something special. Then the bear ate them.
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I just wanted to scratch it
Though I knew it would just make it worse
Causing me more suffering in the long run
Hard to find relief
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Looking for something familiar, some landmark to rattle is memory
Order to placate the chaos inside his head
Still, no matter how much he looked, there was nothing
That was worse than any Hollywood boogeyman ever
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Engraving the picture of her face on his soul
This way he could never forget her
Carter hoped that was the case
His Alzheimer’s was getting worse, and on his good days it scared him
Even on his bad days, he knew something was wrong
Dementia had carved so much out of his life
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