LYRIC FOR SALE

By Mykel

Am I now at their command?
Do they wield the wisest hand?
I can't decide,
although I've tried.
Perhaps this is their master plan.

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So send me down a new age frown.
The one I have is broken.
There is so much use
for this facial truth,
It says more than all words spoken.

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If I cross the sea
To escape their fee
Will the broker then advance my pension?
I feel so much guilt
within these walls they've built.
Merely smile without true intention.

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Ease the burden
And ease the pain.
I wonder what will then remain.
I won't admit
that I believe their shit,
This crap - "no hurt, no gain".

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So text me down a new age frown.
I'll just choose to grin and bear it.
I've room for more
of the same old score.
At least I don't see it when I wear it.