Dwelling on sadness
reeling in the madness
lack of communication
this is the information
drip from my tongue like honey
shame all I want is money
I ought to seek a low road
to amble with a light load
So many slackers get by
I start to think I’ll get my
moment of sun my fifteen
minutes of shock but unseen
here now I’m just persisting
beat but I’m still resisting
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