My last 5 quarters of try
Buying 2 rolls to pry
Into the life that you use
Leaving me to walk heating pavements
Stalking me back to my tomb
Housing your complaint
Thousands of famished peasants lies
How does an imbecile cry
Mercy at the dots
Sunshines rotting cost
Burns of writing too high
Food like a stamp and when
Didn't I pay for you
Crossing disregard
Empty armies arms
May I have some food