Dole Depression

by Sam M. Phillips

You would think the rain

Would wash away my pain,

But the strain of the storm

Only works to deform

The shape of my soul.

Dole depression,

Court in session,

I have no reason

To expect more

From this season.

Treason of ideals,

Nothing feels real,

We all steal

Money from somewhere,

What do I care Where it comes from?

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