Entry 329

I think myself a thief.

With a dollar I gain
But steal some identity.

The ‘Helpless’ title transfers
As my wallet is now empty.

Indeed my funds are depleted
But peep this new signature…
Pretty neat, huh.

Pheellss good to help someone else.

All well wishers are about to meet their genie.
Lovesick kids will want for solitude 
Before this night is through.

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