Can You

Hey Miss Expert, over here!
Behind this ugly mess –
You can’t give me back my life, now
Can you?
Can you?

Hey, there, Mister Wise-Ass
Who knows everything there is —
You can’t bring my wife and kids back
Can you?
Can you?

All of that’s just empty words
Promises that rings like bells
While poor men like me go down
Out here in the ugly hills
City types don’t see

Hey there, blogger, who are you?
Who the bloody hell are you?
Will you write, or can you help me?
Can you?
Can you?

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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