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May 2016
Sorry doctor,
I was so busy trying to live I must have forgotten to breathe

We are all on this earth to work, pay bills and breed
The blood spilled a lubricant for a well oiled machine
A single moving part in a mechanical construct
On the surface it looks fine, underneath at it's strut
Divided by a botch, the very thing that holds it up
Suspension all tension, bending at joins and in between
Rich get what you want, desperate denied what you need
To be taken seriously but not to be taken seriously.
The botch is money.
Finley in Despair
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Finley in Despair
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