Jip
I stand in the crowd,
Screaming to be heard,
But no one listens,
I move and reach out,
Shaking the person next me,
So he stops and listens,
And says "oh good for you"
But hasn't heard a word,
Yelling in the crowed,
I lash out but still no one listens,
Soon my voice goes horse,
And I turn to leave,
Then a touch on my arm,
Some one wants to listen,
So we sit and talk,
And my points are made,
He says it was fun,
And we should do it again,
Days pass, no word,
So I go to the crowd,
He standing in there,
But they all listen,
More follow him,
In space, they make a crowd,
What a jip.
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