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Dregs we are.

The down-trodden
Dispossessed
Tattered litter
Collects like lint in a trap
Smallest fragments of society's fabric
Worn out and cast aside

Misfits
Miscreants
Malcontents

Unrequited lovers
Inexpert at emotion
Uncertain in relation
Unable to find themselves

Beaten, abused
Desperate needs to fulfill
Ill at ease,
anesthetized

She sees your mask for what it is
Yet still she plays along
Eyes on the prize

Play the hustle
Pay the price
Hollow solace is yours for tonight

Now run, run home and play the game
Pretend you mean it and can keep it up
And change again the mask.

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