Rains Trains and Jokers Carnival

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It's raining again

And we're not talking some kind of metaphorical rain 
That's representing pain
Or the bad times
That are clearly on their way
It's literally pouring down outside
I can already feel a cold coming on as a result 
And my socks are wet
Because
Another pair of shoes are falling apart on me again
But I guess that's my fault
As I bought
What I thought 
Was the ethical choice 
No sweat shops
No leather 
And hardly a better
Level 
of quality
And my head is hurting again
And we're not talking the kinda headaches that pass
with a glass 
of water 
that oughta 
sort my
shit right out 
with a few tablets to set me on my way
We're talking headache of doom kinda shit 
Yaaaay
And I'm seeing the word cancelled again
Be it my favourite tv show
Or my last train home
All I truly know 
is that it is hands down
The most frustrating word in my life
But it's alright
Because in the brightest days
And in the darkest nights
You are a celestial light 
That reminds me that life 
Is more than worth the fight 
So I try to ignite
The fire you put deep down inside 
Of me
The fire that makes me want to succeed
The fire
That inspires
All of my poetry
The fire that makes me want to be better than I could ever hope to be 
And then
Victory
I finally made it home 
Whatsapp you from my phone
Tell you I had the greatest day
And I can't wait to see you again soon
Get myself up into bed
Pick up my 360 pad 
And then
The Joker's mocking me again
I just wanted the million
And to own it as Nightwing
I've done it before
But I want to do it again 
I was just about to bank
When I lost my combination
FUCK!!!!!!
I'm gonna go to bed
Watch me some Arrested Development Instead
Yeeeah

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