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Another Negative One
There's only desolation, there's only tragedy, Sometimes it seems this world has got it 'in for me' 'Cos everywhere I go I see the bits of shattered lives, Suspicion lurking everywhere, while indiscretion thrives.
There's scowls round every corner, and frowns on every face, It seems some folk are tiring of running in this race. (God knows sometimes I'm one of them, although I try to see That everybody's got their problems, and loads much worse than me.)
I hope it's getting better, although I know it's not, I think some more about it, and smoke a bit more pot, The days all merge together, and time goes by so slow, And the likelihood of tragedy is greater than I know.
So in some ways the worst part of this whole sorry mess Is that I know it's bound to be far worse than I can guess. How much heartache and horror goes unrecognised While people skulk around in groups and difference is despised...
MTJ 19.2.00
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