My Poetry
High to Low
There is no remittance
what am I to do,
the national assistance
fails to see me thru',
even my persistence
is used and I am blue,
all of my resistance
is done and I am thru',
stop the clock!
times running out for me,
unlock the lock,
please someone set me free,
and I will be whatever I want to,
my sun will see me thru',
so still I fight
but what's the use
you are right
I ALWAYS LOSE.
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