October Lament
Impecuriousity
Social involution
My religiosity
Isn’t my solution
Get me out of unrest
Let me kneel and pray
I shall pay with interest
On a better day
Lend me a mercy of your God
Put me back in line
For my amateurish nod
Pour me some wine
I don’t mind manipulations
If its good for me
Take away my old frustrations
Drink my packet tea
Take some bucuits in my cupboard
Tell me of my troubles
What I can’t, or can afford
I shall blow that bubbles
Just to see them flying over
In the skies of grey
Isn’t it a mean October?
Next time I shall pay.
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