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Condescension


A traffic jam at 2 am?

I'm tired, money's good, but damned!

Is misfortune a thing with me?

A fallacy unknown maybe.

 

Recalled the time iPhone at max

An accident my old was cracked

Or day my rags compelled I splurge

The day some Prada had to surge

 

In Dubai, Grab’s copter went down.

Scam I smelled, camels just around.

Paid Bed’uin gold, or wait till light.

Cold dirty camel ride through night

 

All I met say I’m blessed and rich

But life with peace I’ll rather switch

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