I remember the times when you use to say
To appreciate was not my thing, come what may
To appreciate was not my thing, come what may
A victim today of that same pinch
Realized the gravity of rudeness, by every inch
Realized the gravity of rudeness, by every inch
Remembering small acts was not my thing
As money did the talking, moments took beating
As money did the talking, moments took beating
Words were plenty at my disposal
Could have made merry, but chose to be awful
Could have made merry, but chose to be awful
Karma, truly is a bitch
For you'll get what you have served
For you'll get what you have served
Try being not bad, if good
For the same things will come back, in multitude
For the same things will come back, in multitude
-SR.
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