11 X TEN

He’s lazy and terrible, or at least that's what’s said

About him in his mind's eye by monsters masquerading

As people.  They try to break his spirit,

They say he doesn’t work at all,

But he works way too hard,

yet not enough. He shatters

His soul for work.

However he is

Told that

He…

He…

Over reacts,

And over thinks,

And over the top,

And he’s just over it.

He keeps over extending himself and

Although his life was almost over. Where

Others would have given up at game over

he keeps going, he knows it isn’t truly over

So, he fights over every scrap he believes he deserves.

 

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Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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