Go get yours Don’t be naive A full stomach And a good place to sleep
The world is either a splurge Or a scourge Head start, trickling down This generation For the rest of us The climb is steep
Rebel at how the world revolves Resist at momentum as it spins I wake up with arms in pins and needles Slaving for the faithful's tips The noise outside Ripples forward, linear Sun sets to the deafening
Pretentious Poet’s Vanity Pose
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