I can’t expect rescue
I can’t expect care
But still I do respect you
And I do not really care.
Is it rhyming, is it good,
I am hidden under my hood,
Still I’m splitting just as rude
As I’m ruled by my mood.
Where’s hope,
It’s been a riddle,
I’m not dead, nope,
But I’m in the middle.
Is it rhyming, is it good,
Too much money too much food;
Of course I deserve no good;
I’m the drunkard of the neighborhood.
Upon a time I wished rescue,
and a sip of care,
I’d like to find them in you,
but no worries; I’m self aware.
Benyamin Bensalah
21.05.2021
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