I never succeeded,
I Only,
Conceeded.
Life has passed me by,
No I'm not going,
To cry.
What I get I deserve,
My fellow man,
I did not serve.
I was always on my own,
I wouldn't be,
A clone.
Some men do what their told
I was,
Ever bold.
I am not wealthy,
But I,
Am healthy.
So all of you obey orders,
And never cross,
Any borders.
But you won't be like me,
I'm as happy as can be.

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