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Jun 2018
I saw my country growing into its prime
For I’m educated and elegant and all is fine
As I recline in cushy shoes that others shine
The view from the top is so sublime
And the fashion in season is devilishly divine
But some fools shout from time to time
Wanting us to spy the crust and grime
They are losers, for winners never whine
And I change the channel and sip on wine
For it helps me to unwind
And refocus my precious mind
On all the money I can mine
From my country growing into its prime
Fractured mental states in many diverse states, reeling from those that they can't relate
Pauper of Prose
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Pauper of Prose  M/Maryland, America
(M/Maryland, America)   
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   Robert L
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