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We struggle, we grind,
Essentials we deprive, no thrive,
We cry, we weep,
No comfort but discomfort.
I hustle to bustle,
No wind of luck to rustle,
Deaf we are to the rich whistle,
On the lower rung we strain to jostle.
The economic pulse biting,
The vein anger-filled,
The bloodshot eyes with anger vent,
The nerve strained...no massaging.
Christmas knocks, despair,
Joy turned sour without fare,
We flinch, no cheer
As we remain here.
We struggle though bungled
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