My words come fast and furious
When they have been silent.
Been away much too long,
But I can remedy that.
Left on a street corner
Selling old rags and such.
Can't boast that I'm rich,
That would be a lie.
Yet what is wealth when you have none?
I still can pee in the same old pot.
I see the same old neighbors,
Oh sure, we complain a lot.
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