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Lost At Sea

I am lost at sea

and this doggie paddle

ain’t doin’ much

against these twelve foot

monsters

that just keep

coming and coming and coming…


Used

I’m sorry but I feel I’m being taken for

I feel I’m being used

I feel all shaken

I feel I’ve been abused

I’m sick of all these little games

Only leading to more pain

With only so much hope left

I need you to hold on to the rest


Superbowl Sunday

Hundreds of people

spend Billions of dollars

to try to make

Millions of dollars.

Millions people

spend hours preparing,

spend Hundreds of dollars,

buying things they are told

they need to have.

Millions to be made,

Millions to be lost,

and it’s all for

a game.


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