I'm not the buying power for supply or demand
How dare they command
A windfall Of what I've come to earn
Why should I supply
While they multiply
My hard earnt dosh!
So that only they look posh!
I'm drowning can't you see
I'm still walking in three degrees
Multiply my shots
Somehow me they forgot
All they want
Is my living don't you see
Once I'm finished from the workers field....
There you go.....
Now I've forgotton
What comes next!
Because they've already erased
The best of me!
suzan gumush
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