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Mediocrity
meets miasmic apathy,
Offering pitiless sympathy
as we sink into penniless poverty
there is no such thing as a lost cause
compassion can cure curious circumstances
some do out of altruism not in need of applause
The poor man is a steam engine with many flaws
content with coal, whistles like a pressure cooker
scorched bottom layer of rice is burnt but becomes tough.
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PoetryYou'll see soon enough. Please note that..if something is dedicated to you..it does not necessarily mean that the piece is about you..... "The true identity of happiness is pain." "Tragic is my kind of magic."
