Posted by Toph on October 23, 2005, at 1:41:13
Hours pass since I retired
I ruminate on what's transpired
Worthless son that he has sired
Power, wealth is what's required
First born son, now he's admired
"Can't you love me?" I inquired
"Of course I do," said uninspired
The simple truth is what's desired
Were he my boss, no doubt I'm fired
His favor cannot be acquired
Sleepless nights leave me so tired
Got no relief when he expired.
poster:Toph
thread:570793
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