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like Robin hood

Doing a job I hate
Just to put food on my plate
Left my heart with my childhood
Admiringly enacting Robin hood
Cold and wet from the rain
Constantly feel the aches and pains
Collecting bananas for the corporate ape
Drunken weekends my only escape
I never heard capatalism calling
Yet in its lap I went falling
All the time a lingering thought
Could I survive on income support
I think of all the things I would could should
Ide love to live like Robin hood
Written by cheesa
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