Home away, home we go;
but home is gone and I'm alone.
Who are these people, why the noise?
The constant flutter, flirting boys.
You don't want me, leave me be,
Where clutter and the river meet.
The cans will swirl and fish all see,
that this is wrong.
More casualties.
And I am one and you are three.
You will laugh and I will plead.
You don't care, you like this place.
This hateful trash and lack of grace.
I don't belong, I never will.
Society's cure?
A single pill.
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