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Peace

I know poverty
as it is a childhood memory.
I felt shame for who I used to be
Talked lies to the world
as if I was Gates family.

but at the end of the night
I’ll still vote right. 
no man well and able
should feast of the work class table. 

Mooching of disability with no sense of responsibility.
Don’t they realize....
there fucking up society? 

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Marion

Completely agree with you David. .I know so many people making a living off fake illnesses......it's a shocking thing because as you say...it's not the rich they are stealing off...it's their hard working neighbour up the road. Nice write ?

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David Bert

Thank you ! 

the level I’ve seen here is way higher then my rhymes, but I like it. 

never knew I would appreciate poetry as much as I discovered in the last 2 days thanks to this site. 

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