I'm tired!
Exhausted!
Running on fumes to survive because it's expected.
I hold a 9 to 5!
I hate my 9 to 5!
Who are you to dictate what it means to survive?
Man...f*** this!
I hate this s***!
I hate the lack of simplicity just to exist.
I'm tired!
I'm exhausted!
All I ever wanted was the American promise.
That dream of a fence and a house with flowers around it.
Instead my dwelling is an apartment;
With rent so steep it could be a mortgage.
But unlucky is me...
Although I can afford it...
Apparently...
The bank can't afford it...
Due to a few credit discrepancies...
So where does that leave me????
Scraping the bottom of an overpriced barrel to live uncomfortablely.
Mediocrity consumes me.
F*** this!
Man I hate this s***!
I envision greatness.
With one word uttered I can form creation.
A descendant of a proud people from the motherland of human beginnings.
Yet in this land my people seem to be never winning.
Hold up...that's a whole different algorithm...
I don't mean to offend, forgive my solecism...
I'm tired!
I'm exhausted!

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