OhMcG Read Count : 21

Category : Poems

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How this

Bit-ter cup Fill

Up?

Fill up so much 

Un-til half it 

Sp-ill o-ver.

Oh My  

God-How This  

Bit-ter cup 

Fill-ed Up.

Who fill my Cup till 

It runn-eth over

If It Was Hen-ne-ssy, 

At Least the Turn it u-p.

Last call be-fore 

In-come-ing

Sol-dier-s.

How my God 

How this Bitter 

Sett-le ruff,

How the Bitter

Ruff ruff.

1.

Touch of Her Tongue.

Miss Brown-skinned Rum, 

Down-ed So nuff 12

Had to help This One up.

The agony Got 

Me on bended Knee

Worr-ied for we know

The ending of this story.

(chorus)

Oh my  

God How This  

Bit-ter cup Fill

Up.

Fill up so much 

Until It sp-ill over.

Oh my  

God How This  

Bit-ter cup Fill

Up.

Don’t know who fill it,

My cup runneth over.

If it was The Chal-lice,

A Bubble-Bubble up,

Last call before 

In-come-ing

Sol-dier-s.

How my God How this Bitter cup It ruff.

How this Bitter cup, Ruff.

2.

Why Me why Me

Why Me why Me,

I got the Spirit of 

The Most HighAll

-Up InSide Me.

This Taste in Cupthat

Set be-fore Me,

ShowTrace-sez

Of 2 Fac-es,

You Fe-el Me?

Catastrophe when

Dogs don’t  bark

But Blind Me-the One 

Whose Brailed to “ Not Wor-ry “,

When All can-see that 

Samson’s In The Lo-bby!

Catastrophe.

(End)

Oh my 

God How I 

Bit-ter Cup Fill

Up.

Go down so ruff

…..as if One 

Of my Enemies’

Nailed Me up.

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