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The Western World (Free verse) by mrpresident

Why do we do it? We never stop Why do we bother? We must get to the top. Everyday is another slog Every morning another hell Sitting somewhere in a deadend job Talking on the phone 'Buy' or 'Sell'. We never sit, relax and look We don't have the time to read a book Why can't we stop and enjoy Be like a child with a brand new toy.

cleverdevice 2-Oct-03/1:51 AM
I hate being western myself. I really wish I was Chinese, or black.




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