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players play the games losers lose
ballers hoard the gold spent by fools
thieves steal the jewels from common folk
lashing out at elders unprovoked
uninhibited unimagined well defined
first on the floor feeling Boones farms finest wine
the crazed crave attention from everyone and nobody at all
mute watch while the vagrant take root in city stalls
the wise stay home and let the cognitively young roam
conflicted on whether to sit alone or travel out in droves
the loners forever lonely with no plans to venture out
the young linger about in anger and self doubt
