Grass
Someone once told me
The grass
Was much greener
And yet
It's not
And yet
I keep getting
Shoved and
Moved and
Nearly run down
All by people
Looking for
The other side
Just when I think
It's over
Done
Another idiot cries out
"It's greener over there!"
And the
Chaos
Begins
Anew
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