When Misfortunes Knock


When misfortunes knock
When life presses its lock
When enemies laugh and mock
All you are reduced to is but a sock
Dirty, smelly and torn

When it rains it pours
When it rots it sours
When it entices it lures
And you drool for the glitter
Only to die in your own harness

Life is no one’s friend
As through fun it will pretend
And leave you in a dead end
The world is not your own



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