Have you forgotten how much they despise you
In their minds your welfare comes last in the queue
Illusion to dream to them you matter
Delusion you'd better from your mind scatter
Before more disappointments on your doorstep land
Wasted effort in the fort where you excite your gland
Dreaming an iota of care they show
Cos priority is for their glory to glow
Whether you live or die matters little
To them you're no more than the spittle
Emerging and surging from your mouth
As your stomach groans when you sail South
Far away, far away from their mind
Your plea and gleeturn them blind
As long as the sun on them smiles
When you cry and sigh for miles and miles.
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