poem 2

in the time
when media is going insane
for the people with no brains
who spend their money in drains

i feel
wont it be better
if i was in fetters
away from their rubish chatters

life $uck… not a nice poem

acting like a lame-duck
i always say life suck
‘coz i ain’t making big buck;
wish there was some luck

everything feels muck
when i see those gals
behind the guys with big buck;
wish i also had some of tehir luck

at the end of teh tunnel
i see some light
that also of a approaching truck;
finally, i need no more luck

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