It was all of half an hour,
Less than an hour, all in.
Yet you are pushing to make it over,
Whilst pretending with a grin.
If you'd been there all day.
If you were ending your tether,
I would understand, would recognise,
But my understanding is now leather.
No working, no effort, and it turns quickly tough,
I can not pretend, can not unsee,
And so our waters are rough.
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