DEMENTIA

Within the first month

When I went to school in America

I realized an unacceptable truth

American suffered "Dementia".

 

Let somebody borrow my stuffs

Ask for turning them back, I'm so shy

They started showing their symptoms

My stuffs, without wings, can still fly.

 

A dozen pencils,

Sixteen erasers

Given to who promised to turn them back

However, promises were just "see you later".

 

The day after, I asked for my things

"I never borrow your stuffs," they said

Then turning around with thankless

I will never give them any more aid.

 

Don't ask why I try to lie

I don't want to hurt them

They need to treat honor

To let me one more time trust in them.

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