over your own
legs
you trip
How many suits
with the
caffeine drink
you spill
You must open
your eyes
before the sky
announce
the sun
You spend all
day
bending the head
in front of the
chief
of the unfair game
You are so sweet
You call
yourself free
You will become
stand up comedy
master
when you will
have time
in the next life
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