TIRED AND TRUE by Carol B. Meenen

AlI  are so tired and sick to death
It stems from those without wealth
Maybe they need some stealth
To help in the status of their health

It is ignore this one; ignore that one
They are not deserving of  your love
Just leave them to their own fight
The end is never really in sight

There is this and that all the time
All the people just want to whine
I believe it is a waste of a good mind
And very boring you will find

So what will be will be as the song goes
Where it stops nobody knows
It will end as long as it begins
And you are left on needles and pins

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