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Life after Your ABC’s

A man sitting in his sorrow

Building for tomorrow

Climbing up this mountain

Dreaming of a fountain

Earning very little

Falling in a riddle

Grabbing no one’s attention

Hoping for a simple mention

Ingesting sweet, terrifying lies

Joking about who dies

Kicking with all his might

Losing all his fight

Mangled for all to see

Never breaking free

Open to this life

Penetrated by a knife

Questioned to the brink

Red filled the white sink

Steadily he rose

Trembling and froze

Unbearable was this evil

Vicious and lethal

Workmanship was shoddy

Xanthic was his body

Young still to be tagged

Zipped up and bagged