Touch as if the feeling is gifted.
As if when you do, your just lifted.
Worry later, for they will bury us my neighbor.
They will spit on our dignity and stomp on our labor.
Tell me is that what you want to remember neighbor?
Is that what you think we can take for one table, one chance, with the fifty/fifty glance?
That's not what I came for, I am able.
Able to wake, take, and shake.
This is what I will fake, my career and date.
That one date which made this all bake.
See that date my neighbor?
For as this cake is soon to be my prize.
And our future will come to a rise.
Don't worry I will be wise.
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