What To Do
Crazy thoughts running through my head,
where'll I get the money, or should I say the bread.
Limbs shaking, body breaking, head quaking;
unsure what to do,
abandon it all and run away?
or be learn to not be a fool in school?
Spend my days being merry and gay
orin a classroom learning all day.
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