Forgive me, sir.
I do remember the name, but couldn’t put it to a face.
I remember how much you get paid, and how much you get laid.
But through all that Shit!
How many deaths have you faced? How many lives have you saved?
How many times have you paced while thinking of someone for days;
Someone besides your self; about someone else?
No! I bet your respect is sitting on that dusty ass shelf.
Waiting for you to begin giving it out.
But I am starting to get the feeling that is something you don’t know about.
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