Walking with purpose,
As if through quicksand.
Attempting to move forward,
Inevitably sinking.
Promises of mutual effort
Promises of reward
What’s more,
Valueless.
So put on the ritz
In the form of the rich.
Shower me with lies,
And those with blind eyes.
I know what you’re up to.
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
Walking with purpose,
As if through quicksand.
Attempting to move forward,
Inevitably sinking.
Promises of mutual effort
Promises of reward
What’s more,
Valueless.
So put on the ritz
In the form of the rich.
Shower me with lies,
And those with blind eyes.
I know what you’re up to.
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