Like, you could, but then why?
There's too much int'rest by too many folks,
Obsessed with their own lives,
It's like having to swat away fly clouds,
That stay aimed at your head,
There's so much you want to do for yourself,
But you curl up on the hard ground, instead,
You wait, thinking the insects will leave you,
While your life wastes away,
Sometimes you get up, try swatting again,
God, you can't live that way,
But you have to,
No one's going to change,
You could join them and torture other souls,
At least, then, it's not you that is enraged.
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