Writers of bounced checks,
Left perplexed but not stopped much.
Pawning bracelets and watches
Diamonds and gold,
To keep appearances a little less glittered
Hiding shelves reflecting solid mold!
To please…
Or pleasure?
No one dares to tell this story untold!
When pretense is the measure
With these surburbanites growing hungry…
Penniless and cold!
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Underloved
This is whatMy loving gainedDeep in sorrowWith tears like rainCloudy eyesAndAlone againHope has goneYou’ve moved onTo leave me weakCompletelyIn pityAndUnderloved.UnderlovedO verpainedThis is whatMy loving gainedDeep in sorrowWith tears like rainCloudy eyesAndAlone againHope has goneYou’ve moved onTo leave me weakCompletelyIn pityAndUnderloved.CompletelyIn pityAndUnderloved.In pityI sitAndUnderloved.