Parsing through the pain
Viewing the intrusion
Of horrible manipulations
You, the perfect victim
You screech and curse
Then nuture on a turn
All in service of the game
Your lies are all the same
As you pretend to ponder on your luck or fate
Never opening to the possibility of responsibility
You ask, “What can you do for me?”
Then you take
and take
and take
and take
You rest in the ease
And do as you please
Never a thought or care
Your life is our dispair
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