A different day
Same old crap
They take us for
Some kinda sap,
They take us for
A G.D. fool
As on themselves
They greedily drool,
She's in their pocket
Desk by the window
Who does she stand for
Who the hell doth know,
Her interests
Are purely her own
This climbing on my back
Feels like twenty stone,
Another pats
Herself on her back
Modesty and morality
She pitifully doth lack,
A different day
The same old crap
Why do these fools
Think nought but tree sap.
JJSweets 24Oct19 15:51 hrs
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