I draw the short straw every time;
circumstances change, but it resolves the same.
There’s always an excuse; politics aren’t only in the news.
I know life’s not fair, but for some it’s fairer;
I just wish I knew their secret.
Then the cards could stack in my favor,
and maybe a girl could catch a break.
Another day is just another dance
despite your heart, it’s disappointing.
It’s not effort, but attitude, that reaps reward;
and because every Meadow is not so open,
my back-up plan is my only plan now.


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