Turned Sour Poem by Leiv Nic

Turned Sour

Rating: 2.7


That promise of power
Now has turned sour
Take back the money and the fame
Why I ever thought to make a name
Why I ever agreed to play this game
Whatever then I thought
Whyever those things I sought
I know now they aren't my lot

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