Don't be a stranger, who gives not their care
To others among us while we sit and relax
The silent opinion, or a glassy-eyed stare
Worth now so much more in the hands of the lax.
But for now is virtue the escape of the rich?
Without their conniptions they are not remiss
In their solid conclusions that bring out a stitch
Of laughter in my side, my hatred to dismiss.
I wake on the side of the gutters I hold dear
And with shivers hope for your face to see
For what have I wrought but my own captive fear,
In truth, I'm not nearly as clever as thee.
No cabinet appointment, nor monetary wealth
Could make me feel happy or give worth of self.
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