Tepid tribulations and a bag of retail therapy
My soul saw the disparity
Emerge with obscure clarity
And the perverseness of my charity
Made us a gentle rarity
Unfold over untold stretches
Show what prizes popularity fetches
From wretches brought under thumb
I'll grind 'em up like chewing gum
To find the sum total of our sorrow
Survivable today
May be a death sentence tomorrow
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