Sometimes it seems I've no defense
when I demand some recompense
for some perceived deprivation
boy do I need a vacation
from the same old stale temptation
some new start some recreation
hard not to dream of the cash
harder not to fear the crash
given what's gone down to date
my recompense must have to wait
and while I wait and age is fleeting
it's my own self I'm mistreating
it's my own time gone to waste
and as far as recompense, I've lost my taste
what
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