Why is it always those 'with' the money,
Attempting to convince the ones living...
On a fixed and unchanging income,
Without a dime left to spare...
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I've had it with demons and sick of their tricks.
I've witnessed their tactics...
To identify them quick.
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There is no magic done,
That comes to one...
Who begins to comprehend.
Maybe a stumbling to overcome,
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I am not surprised when I hear,
That many readers do not write.
Nor am I shocked,
To learn those who write...
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When you get to pick and eat it,
It tastes so good.
Even giving it a minute,
It tastes so good.
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Every one of them makes as much sense,
As flies choosing to give last rites...
To those nagging fleas accustomed to riding,
Collectively...
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Am I not,
Deserving of the love you give.
Oh,
Am I not.
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Knowing what it has taken,
To make those forward steps made...
Gives me the satisfaction,
Of not having my movements distracted...
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As I look back upon my path,
With those tests and mistakes...
I managed to pass with a lot of heartache.
I often ask myself,
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Ironically enough,
As irony has come to me to show and bestow.
If it had not been for the anguish.
With those emotional traumas to experience.
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