My battle of waterloo high

The Battle of Waterloo

Trudging knee-deep in concrete,

With each step, the heat melts the soul of my shoes a little more,

Sticking to the footpath, making it more and more difficult,

To meet the daughter,

Of a convicted murderer, who like all the others,

Is allegedly innocent,

And cook pizza pinwheels, for the ungrateful masses.

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