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Some people race while others creep.
Some must take Prozac to help them to sleep.
Some get sick at the thought of tomorrow.
Some never lend but they always will borrow.
Some people smoke cause they think it looks cool.
Some never speak less they sound like a fool.
Some lie in wait til next they get sick,
For fear that there lives will be over too quick.

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Some tell no lies,
It is their best disguise,
Acting droll, in control,
And they think they're wise.
And often thinking that they mesmerise,
But end up blowing it, blowing it, blowing it all.

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Some people crave cash with merciless greed,
And feel that theirs is the only true need.
Some need to gamble to feel they're alive,
While others are happy to merely survive.
For some to create, is the be and the end.
Some will abuse, thinking it's to defend.
They don't realise that they're causing such pain.
They're blind from the red mist of personal gain.

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Some people strive, others just stay in bed.
Some get a kick when they mess with your head.
They prey on the weak and on frailty instead.
Of leading a life not so easily led :
By cruelty and fear and their own ignorance,
They don't believe love and they don't take a chance.
To each their own, maybe their only choice,
No place to complain. Let them find their own voice.
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