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A Car Crash Waiting To Happen
You are nothing, but a car crash, just waiting to happen
I can almost hear the vultures on the side walk clapping
Scavenging in the wreckage,hoping to feed their bellies
All eating their cake that is smothered with red cherries
As the street beggars on the sidewalk with cap in hands
Catching all the flying pennies, and making no demands
A paper boy stands at the corner; he’s seen it all before
Blinds himself from being a witness, he knows the score
The church bows its head in shame it fears recompense
Who knew what was coming, turning heads in pretence
Waiting on their handouts, that are, just so undeserving
And is an apology, an apology when it’s just self-serving
No one gathers at the graveyard to busy off to the bank
But stand in dismay, as each cheque, then drew a blank
Like this car crash you didn’t see coming left you cursed
As what you thought was your new found luck, reversed
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