Jake Harris - Forlorn Visage

How much am I truly worth
How much will I fetch?
Who would ever pay for me
An awful stinking wretch

For my body's worn
My beard untrimmed
My hands and feet a wreck

So I hum a tune
As I slowly tie
The noose around my neck.

I know that I will not be missed
Nobody really cares
If I would simply disappear
If I were just not there.

Jake Harris

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