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Oct 2019
We are, we really are headed for hell
Whether its a fiery pit or a prison cell
We are not free, we will mot lead
We will wake up failing, incontinent, and weak
Unable to change a thing
Angry and deranged, restrained and detained.
Mismanaged and feeling plagued
In disdain, major pain
Meanwhile we refrain from doing anything about it
We sit back, **** it in and remain in a cage
We are tainted at point black period,
We are jaded from feeling inferior natured,
We are unique, geniuses
with mars, penises
******, venuses
Universal Uranus anuses
Hated, degretated, segregated, underrated.
Cursed with little patience
Jennifer Leigh Driver
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