you and the midget must go
the greed you attract makes me ill
it follows you
and you follow me
as I attempt to deliver
parcels of hope and smiles
after life’s storms
the clouds part ways
the sun peeks out
and there I am
and there you are
weighing me down
with your pipe dreams
your shiny contents tease those
drunk with the notion
you will allow them to own something
that leaves when I do
I grow weary of it
so go
and take the midget with you
it was flawless in everyway, and your words were so elegant and wonderful, great work.
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