How many ways can a person be defeated?
Every time I think I know,
I learn another.
What am I doing,
thinking of her?
When my life is this pile
of shit.
The last of my worries
should be some rich broad,
who sheltered,
stays scared,
to commit.
How 'bout my clothing?
What about my days?
When will I eat food again?
My future's non-existant,
my present's not much better.
Like a rooster
I'm chasing
some hen.
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