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Sellout


A Poem by Harry Mora

 

I don't care what you think of me

I've fought for all you see

Nothing I had was ever handed down

I refuse to play the fucking clown

 

Say what you want

I'm really not bothered

I'll shed a tear for the soul that you've bartered

You sold yourself out for money and power

Was your soul only worth a fucking dollar

 

You gave it all up, your creativity

You gave it all up for popularity

But what does it matter if you're a star

If you don't know who you really are


© 2008 Harry Mora



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