Random Poem #1

Sorry for being a little bit puzzling.
Life can be such a joke is it not?
Every time we try to stay, we can't.

Even then we try so many a weird thing.
Pursuing things until it gets hot.
Longing for stuff when we shan't.

Eccentricities we can't stop guzzling.
Stuffed in so many ways like a packed flower pot.
So boring, all you want to do is rave and rant.

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