One for the worries Two for the woes Three for my wrongs Four for my foes Five for love lost Six for lost cause Seven to hell with those
who look down on the solitary loser drinking to fog up a lousy day spent watching a pair of morons in black do a bad job of groping each otherβs private parts
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I had change the title of the poem to "Ramblings of a poet stuck in a corporate hell". But after a day of watching it on screen, it didn't feel right. So I changed it back to the original title- "Lament".