I lose stuff, it was rough,
Stuff I lost made me sob.
Why did this happen to me.
Rage is what i feel,
God roll the dic an I lost the game,
Deprive me of fortune and dame.
I hate you God,
You're a fraud.
Give me my stuff back
or my friendship you will forever lack.
Take this whack on my head,
Enormous quantities of tears shed,
Still my stuff are gone forever more,
And I ain't gonna cry no more.
Interesting poem, Benson.
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