Here we are and we’re not a we
Nobody on this raft but me.
Old, fat, and sick, I must admit,
I can’t force men to give a shit.
All that I’m good for is right here,
Just hope the writing brings me cheer.
Taxes to do and pay the bills,
Learn to live a life without thrills.
Get my ducks into a neat row,
Accept that Love is now a “no.”
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