Sometimes ‘y’.

Monotonous monstrosity, seeing how I’ve got to be part of mediocrity.

Could honestly get a lobotomy cuz that’s not what I want to be.

 

Is it money that could let this caged bird free?

Is that the key that could let me flee?

Surely!  A lottery!  It’s plain to see,

Could really change a lot for me.

This industry, promissory, pertaining to liability,

Would definitely be cured easily.

Though my quandary, sadly,

Cannot be cured by poetry.

 

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