I am here along, like the guest uninvited. Hear birds in the sky and I cry outloud. To the warm place, to the love and for justice. I must go with birds, but where is that place? I am cornered by law, I am tied by the money. I have only limited choice: drink Pepsi or Coke. I have only limited choice: work like slave or live on the streets. Where is winter without freezing? Where is summer without humid weather? I am tired of weather, I am tired of work. Weather socks, job is boring, food is dirty. Good lawyers are dead ones, good cops are dead ones. Show me a doc who will make me happy? What is your name? How are you? Are you insured? I am tired of questions, I am bored with these people.

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