SOMETIMES...

Sometimes I feel like run away,

Sometimes I wish I could just sit and pray

Broken promises and unfulfilled dreams occupy my mind’s tray

With my crying not to pay

The investors elude me and the editors refuse to pay

Me for my works and my words since last year May

Though the readers and customers give them profits through my way.

Sometimes I am thrown into undefined dismay,

My mockers, the politicians, and the plenty ladies always leave me less to say

And with my crying not to pay

I comb the fields hoping to see a better day

Yet I gather the same hay.

Will I ever meet something profitable one day?






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