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Ode to the man with two jobs
In public he smiles, but alone he sobs
Working hard for nothing
Only seeking for a little something
His wife works too
But this is nothing new
Always worrying about rent
Listening to a Instrumental can be so soothing ,like the wave of a hand imitating the movement of a snake in slow motion . Just as clever as the rain rolling of the sides of your window pane at night time .
I often imagine you as a bar of soap.
Two people trying to grab at you only to control you.
Your slipping, slipping, slipping.
You've slipped away.
But not from me.
From them.
Welcome home sister.
