Expression
My boss bargains by Brooklyn bridge
I find fluffed feathers in my fridge!
At night, nostalgic nooks are found,
I see the hunter, herdsman, hound.
All say it's nonsense!
But it's not.
Seldom speaking, staying silent so
Within me, the great grudge grows.
I'm not cunning, can't care, can't cure
I am lonely, can't love, lie, lure.
Sick, sad, seeking sympathy
In this monotonous mess.
Where the world wears and wan
Can't we all be friends?
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