Try write a verse,
This mind has a curse,
Could it get any worse,
Read in the next verse.
Am I a product,
Of the modern age.
Made, created and blended,
The new way.
Dreams of forever better things,
Thoughts of new perfection,
Fill the minds of many,
Hardly achievable.
It isn’t too much to ask for,
Complete happiness?
Without care of bother,
About earning the next dollar!
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