Of pumpkin lamps and pauper kings
candy wrappers & tramps & paper wings
and though I'm told all are lies and more
the hope does stay
i make signs and mime for all to see
none notices; all see through me
but still i'm sure if i try some more
they will look away
make polite sounds and drink their martinis
look in disdain and enquire what this is
they act like they've got some strange disease
now can't you say?
i never wished to play the game to lose
coz i clearly can't see the use
but i have not found the words to refuse
not till today
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My annual bad mood time is here! Beware!!
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