Bloodshot eyes
Dying liver
Overcast skies
A dive into a river
Won't rekindle happiness
Lost in a sea of mistakes
In the wake of sadness
Baked in corny cakes
Frivolous fingers of fate
Lumber on a limping loin
Lost in a dull debate
As the last coin
Flies from a pocket
That breeds separation of common sense
From a stainless steel sprocket
That swings prickly pins for a few powerless pence.
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