closing in on me.
I'm to be crushed,
I just know it.
It's O.K., I always
wanted to be like Han Solo.
Sometimes I feel like a dog
who is chasing his tail around
in circles.
Either I think my own tail
will taste good, or maybe
I think there's a nice,
corporate bone waiting for me
at the end of it all.
I have these thoughts a few
times a week.
The only thing worse than
important people are people
who think they are important.
Budding young things
with their speech and khakis,
embrace those marionette strings.
Do whatever it takes, feed the hunger.
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