This is sad, but true,
Unless your world's general happiness,
Has nothing to do with you.
But, if you're living life for other people,
Fulfilling their every need,
With no compensation coming to you,
Except money,
You're slogging it out washing,
Up someone else's mess,
Made up of shit you'd never touch,
In its greatest pristineness,
Then, it's alright,
To say fuck it all,
Just make sure you have enough in the bank,
To be functional.
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