i'm staring at glass of milk
cold just poured from a bottle
still swirling akin to whirlpool
i could drown in there i know
see effects; anything too much
enormous; could be abuse
i'm poor but i don't work more
i'm not smart but i don't go to school
i'm hurting but i don't beg for mercy
i don't play good but i don't practice
i'm happy i don't like to change
you can all those things i don't need
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