Poem.... Screwed
Am I here
Or am I there
On the ground
Or in the air
Will I answer
Or just be still
Up a mountain
Or down a hill
Are they listening
Or just polite
In the daylight
Or late at night
I know this for certain
Or maybe not at all
I can walk this tightrope
Or maybe fall
Don't be concerned
If this seems skewed
For all the promises made
We will be screwed
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