To think I cannot falter
Mistaken I sought her
I understand I am fodder
Feel it burn my skin
Cannot ever win
Gold doesn’t conceal sin
Dirt is dirt amen
Belong in the trash
Cancerous mass
Forgotten in the cold
Rotten like the mold
Nothing much to contribute
Feel fickle, feel moot
Nothing to lose, just truth
I am the gum on the bottom of your shoe
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