Bucket

Bucket can you imagine what I feel
Of course not you are made of hardened steel

Bucket if you were not filled with hurt
You’d have room for love instead or dirt

Bucket I’ll deal with you right now today
Anger is not something I want in my way

Bucket you were never really a close friend of mine
Just an illusive emotion now turned into a rhyme

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