It Angers Me
As I dream of the life
I wish I had,
It angers me,
And it makes me mad.
To think I'm stuck
With this life,
With no daughter
Or wife.
I'm being punished
For what I've done,
So I must suffer
For what's a pun.
These are cruel games
That are being played,
On a man
Whose bed's been made.
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