Warmup

Sometimes I get sick, mind is getting licked,
Lined with little ticks, time is moving quick,
As I, wondering with my eyes, question all your lies,
Despise what's stored inside,
Traitors can never hide,
And so my heart is pressurized,
And after I heard the lecture I've,
Decided to give up my tithes,
Rhymes that I've conjectured, I'd
Spend on other lives,
Bribe my heart to sigh,
Instead of letting it cry,
Close the wound as tight
As I, can shut the knot on pride,