Goes
I usually sawFaces that spoke truth to me.
But not today.
But not today.
I only see the manipulation
We accept as a normal.
As one who is ever awfully formal
I feel like breaking something
Now.
We cannot be robbed as we are being.
I cannot help now the suffering...
I am becoming the poor
And like everyone deserves
To be downgraded without
Consideration apparently.
I wonder where the money goes
As usual.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2011-09-22 at 01:32
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