Found himself at wit's end,
all his luck are spent
In melancholy he went,
knows what misery meant
He should have listened,
and not heed some trend
He wouldn't be in such a rend,
that he couldn't even pay rent
Regret come too late,
blaming it all on fate
Heart burning in hate,
acting like a second rate
His action not noted,
play the fool, got plotted
Bias so deep rooted,
so obvious yet not spotted
