Stephen Spurrier Jr.

Rookie [Andrew Collins Frost]

Apathy Poem

Laborious for no worthy gain,
Spat on by the Imps of pain,
All for naught, this effort seems,
As noted in my nightly dreams.

To please my fellow man,
Scarcely e'er was my plan,
For myself this life be lived,
To him, no answer shall I give.

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