A room with no view,
is now what I'm used to.
If you don't believe me,
look and I'll show you.
Ten feet squared,
no john and no shower.
Someone knocked me,
from my golden tower.
I'm back on my feet now,
and fighting resistance.
Good thing that I'm full,
of endless persistence.
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