whatever you do

it is not fair
says her, to i
that i should live
and her should die
that we should be so rich and fat
and they should scrounge around for scraps

that us should win
and others lose
when we determine
just who can’t choose

it is not right
to her, says i
but deep inside i know i lie
i mean
i hear
i think
i care
but really i just can’t be there

i want to feel
for her plight

i want to want to want what’s right

but wanting right just costs so much

my value’s placed in things i trust

like comfort, money, freedom, peace:

i’ll please myself and fuck the least

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