Could I ever be more than my eyes can see
I lay waste to my self blinded by need
Something new something good but a curse to chew
I spit it on the poor who cleans and cleans and sick
What use am I to you if I only feed my crew
Be a part but your humanity tell shu
I forgot love, I forgot honor, I forgot you but I didn't forget my shoe
What a big bad minister I am even now I look good
But I rot away along with all my shoes.
Leaving nothing but a world misused.
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