The Winds Wind down and I see the damage.
My Ship has been Wrecked Where I’ve Wandered into a Web
The Weapon of the Well-off spider,
Who is Weaving it stronger and Wider
While the Warden patrols and the Watchman looms.
Within these Walls I’m Wide awake With the White noise, Withering away,
Welcome to Wednesday With the Willpower Withdrawn,
The Warrior Within Waiting for the Weekend
Weighted down by Worry, Wondering our Worth.
The Warm blooded mind Wandering, Wishing We Were Wild and free,
Beneath the Waterfall.
Winter Walks in from the West With a Whisper of Work that Will be Wasting our time
Well…
Why Wager my life When my Working Wage is shite!
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