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I Lose My Thoughts, For Pennies On the Dollar
Pity offers me little recourse
As I travel through my day.
What has been done
I do not wish to take back,
That which I wish to take back
Has already been done.
And here you come,
Offering an ear,
A hand, a back to lean on.
I look into your dull, sullen Deer eyes,
And don’t even blink.
Then, swiftly I turn my back
Not to you, but to the world.
All of those mind beggars
Pleading and asking for my thoughts
And I may drop a few of my
Mental coins into their cans,
Hats.
Filthy rats,
They crawl about my feet.
Spreading their disease of malcontent
and plagiarism of dreams.
One more subject
For me to touch upon,
Before I fall in sleep.
I say “in” because it is, now,
More of a state of mind
than state of being.
Lie mongers, and chronic hate.
Maybe it is just me, but being on the inside
Of a school system,
Has let me see the actual system.
System of life, system of lies,
System of hate.
Oh, how wonderful, a rumor may
Be spread like warm butter over the
Teems of students.
How a group can be turned like
A well oiled screw in a hole too big.
Once again, I am gypped, ripped
From my thoughts
For pennies on the dollar,
Losing my mind and having to pay to do so.
You give a penny for my thoughts
So i put my two cents in.
Why do I always lose a penny?
