You can retaliate well,
To reach the ultimate goal,
The table is monumentally full,
Of emptied files and water bottles,
You are here to prove and move,
Until you get older and slow,
Each step you take may hurt,
Each joint in the scaffold,
Rusted, can be greased for a while,
Can be replaced with by product,
You are jubilant and cunning,
Holding the passport with a visa,
Only One way journey permitted,
Nothing here is yours and mine,
Nothing here is theirs and us,
Then why this cheap prankster,
Always return to the same dumpster,
Where you have collected lonely troopers,
Galloping of your heart is not funnier,
It is getting sadder and sadder…
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