My two cents

My two cents

Ain’t got a dime

For my time

To spend

I’m spent

wasted it wasting

It down

Town

On

You

Going round

And round

And if the river runs through

yet still

nobody can get through

to you

Then bless my stardumb!

You’re just another bum

You Let old nonsense

Turn you numb

And the best of you

But soon you will turn blue.

Leave the dying for the dead

Your worst enemy is

Your own head

And With that said

I’m on my way too

Out


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