

What about my soul?This world sold me everything. A modest house of my very own Boring school Ill never use A couple clunker carsWhat about my soul?
A couple nearly new
Food I didnt want Brands to flaunt Now St. Pete
Wonders, Where is your soul? My soul?
Where was I to buy One of those?
From the homeless man From the old woman who cant write From the trees that cant breathe From the earth that bleeds From the starving child From the refugees Im afraid, said St. Pete, Youve sold
Your Soul.
Done.
Bird
Ziggy
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Tired and lonely. Sitting and staring
Weak and filthy. No longer caring
Wasting to nothing. The rubble of you
Hoping for something. Poison where love grew
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