Will mine be a palace
After ten years or more
Or a simple tent of sacks,
A cold and dusty floor.
Is mine a word to follow
Where trees bow down to me
Or just a bunch of haters
Sorrounds me everyday.
Am I a scented candle
That calms a tired mind
Or a hazardous sulfur
That treats you so unkind.
Am I a brave soldier
When thunder fell by night
Or just a lame on the sidewalk
Always a parasite.
What mine is there tomorrow
This old cart tied me here
A no read no write lil boy
Born to please mom with a beer.
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