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.