Array ( [sid] => 185894 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => No Heart [time] => 2019-02-14 08:35:11 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I worked my fingers
to the bone
and I still lost
everything
that I owned
they say
it/'/s illegally legal
to take me
to the cleaners
and strip me down
to the last of my clothes
no more home
for a working Joe
in a country
that has no heart
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No Heart
Date: Thursday, 14th February 2019 @ 08:35:11 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: drone
I worked my fingers
to the bone
and I still lost
everything
that I owned
they say
it/'/s illegally legal
to take me
to the cleaners
and strip me down
to the last of my clothes
no more home
for a working Joe
in a country
that has no heart
for the working class

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