The Levy
And who am I
A man without identity.
As it matters not.
I've become a non-entity.
Each tries for the top.
Life can be heavy.
So, roll hopscotch.
Fly with a bevy.
Yet, who am I
Minus identity.
Trying to keep time.
While seeking levity.
God save the unwise
for they are many.
I'm a guy that -writes.
And I've paid the Levy.
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