How to ruin
A friendship or two
Stop talking, chatting
As I'm known to do
It should be simple
But life gets in the way
Then suddenly you find
There's nothing to say
Time to go, and quietly close the door
That part of you is lost evermore
How to ruin
A potential career
Choose the wrong stopping place
Then all next steps disappear
It should be simple
But all you can do is lament
The fact that your feet seem
Encased in drying cement
Time to go, ha, if only I could
Not a word I say here will do any good
How to ruin
Your favourite food
Add unwanted ingredients
And it'll spoil your mood
It should be simple
For less really is more
But an addition or two
Changes it from pleasure to chore
Time to go, and quit my bitch
Please don't put pickle on my cheese sandwich
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