It's not my potion
To wallow in misery
Regardless of any position
I take to defer and deter usury.
It's not my lot
To walk the beaten path
Where tears abound in my plot
Whether I join joy or waylay wrath.
It's not my destiny
To swap partners like shirts
But they raise in me the spectre of mutiny
Because they lumber me with hurts.
It's not my fault
To fail to hold on to a job
When bosses order me to halt
My contribution because I can't dress like a slob.
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