Haven’t said a word

I haven’t said a word,

I really don’t want to be heard.

I’ll suffer as well,

seemingly swell,

Thing can only get hoard.

 

I haven’t earn a cracker,

worked till my skin was leather,

took all the grief,

to the bosses relief,

I didn’t court them in the county clacker.

 

I haven’t slept with any,

make love or indulge in plenty,

my focus stays on,

My mother not wrong,

goto pick the one that saintly.

 

I pray to be fed again,

although breathing still remain.

with each waking breath,

I reach in with zest,

and God has so forth sustain.

 

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