Sorry for my distinct lack of talent, but i think when you read it through a couple of times, you will catch what i was trying to throw...
How can I dare to feed my sweet tooth,
When there are those living without four walls.
How can I complain when a meals wrong,
When there are those who get no choice at all.
How can I groan with a long airport line,
When there are those who only know their homes.
How can I anger when reception drops out,
When there are those who know not of phones.
How can I rage amidst a traffic jam,
When there are those who have never left.
How can I dream of paradise and bliss,
When there are those left in the cleft.
How can we sit and watch the news,
When there are those who call that their lives.
How can you sit and think of anything else,
When Jenny sits in the gutter and cries.
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