you rob me of the things i have
2025-02-22
you rob me of the things i have
and expect me to provide
too much pride
can’t let it slide
why is it so hard
for you to be nice
is it far worse to use the card to
split the line
than to let me keep mine
in front of me is not your place
fronting me every turn of the maze
waiting for my wake
you’d be amazed
i can’t be fazed
for you are a fake
when will you awake
what needs to be made
may i suggest some meds to take?
fast?
digest?
hide your face
tie your lace
please
get the fuck out of my face
how do you want to read?
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