Karam
My wrist has a cyst, I do not lie.
My wrist has a cyst, I just might die.
At four in the morning I still type on my keys;
while my focus firm group catches their Zzzzz’s.
My Mary Poppins bag weighs millions of grams;
I stuff it so full, it could break my hand.
The world of business may not be for me;
I think I’d rather sing opera and possibly sleep.