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Mar 2019
Maybe I was born to be a jester
But I can't laugh anymore
Could I employ a fixer
Although he's not hearing for

I don't know how much more I can stand
My legs are trembling
From humiliation and defeat causes a turn to sand
If anyone will hear I'm about to be changing

It's been long overdue
I've been threatening a while
A time I thought I knew
Because there's only one file

I was not made for a monastery
I was not made to be a jester
If only I could have a few wishes from a fairy
maybe then I wouldn't be such a pester
Mark Sisk
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Mark Sisk  19/M/Richmond, VA
(19/M/Richmond, VA)   
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