Poverty's mirror;
a fancy hat.
The look of young
and don't be that.
A cruel world
that's off to Queen
when all it's love
is quite obscene.
And tells you to
expect the path
that all who paid
are paid for wrath.
And makes the time
to tell you that
when all you need
are lost for that.
And makes the point
of love is money
when all you make
is Queens not funny.
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