Fear Iii - Poem by Sam Price
I fear to lose my friends,
To, instead of ignoring, embracing trends.
To be surronded by yes girls and boys.
And too have all the latest must have toys.
A trophy wife, a sports car;
A gold dinner knife and a holiday home on a star.
I fear to lose contract and subract,
From the ones I care for.
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