Poor You
Aren't you the victim....
No! I think that you're the snake.
And you belong down in that hole you dug.
So you can learn from your mistake.
Not that things will ever change.
As though they ever do.
No, you'll just blame somebody else.
And I'd expect no less of you.
The story of your life....
Man, it makes me sad.
Money's short and times are hard.
Your situations bad.
Though you wont work an 8 to 5.
No! You will come to me.
Telling me your problems.
And expecting something free.
But this time I will help you.
By not helping you at all.
You will stand on your own feet.
Or this time you will fall.
By Keith L. Smith
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