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White Earl
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..it ends up being a solo act.
Plainly embarrassed, head palmed, frustrations apparent Staring at passers by, ignoring requests for change they could spare him Another day on the terrace, dirty, sweating, craving surely a beer He wasnt always as fortunate, he used to slave towards his career He made a choice years ago, not to follow the trend Not to bend or conform socially, and picked up the bottle instead Hes met failure, head to head, until it got the best of his pride Hed never accept rejection again, it nestled on the rebel inside Why's a man slide, and slither in failure you ask him? This lifestyle chose him, he simply wears it with fashion Actions he took as a teen, fiend, alcoholic by traits He made his bed, and prepped early to be tossed with the snakes Hated work, earning money, and he aquired the rep Of being in debt, a jobless bum, overslept, with get fired intent I guess some are satisfied, with accomplishing nothing But hell die a happy man, cause he got what was coming
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