(reviewed)the village outcast®
Most people round here don't hear my cries
because they're tuned out,
they don't wanna see with their own eyes
caring is not what they're about!
And they can't speak
comfort is just not there,
more enjoyment for themselves they seek
of 1 such as me they're not aware!
Is it asking too much
to just be thought of,
having help and such
isn't that the plan of God Above?
They don't care that My Precious Angel
also cries night and day,
but Faron In Heaven knows they're the fool
cause they let a dear soul in Sally get away!
They don't know
what a friend i could be,
as they go to and fro
they're missing out on me!
As far as that goes
it's their loss not mine,
but i'm only human everyone knows
so for neighborly compassion i pine!
Copyright© 2012
it's not a pity party when it's mercy
Sally
well from where(i)sit
shame UR too drunk to know about stick a sock in it....
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