it might just be me standing in concrete pastures strung far-flung and open reaching farther than the eyes can see startlingly straight spires shooting up from the ground surrounded by decrepitly boxy components raised golden arches and the occasional vomiting smoke stack cows nervous and wired rushing to their undesirable destinations in an endless cycle of rage and coffee subconsciously making passionate and sometimes erotic love to themselves over and over again in their heads no stranger i'm just another mass-produced product of Society Incorporated another example of all that is morally right and rightfully true i was born from the womb of society to heed her call but instead of falling head over heels instead of streetcars filled with fat men reeking of stale beer and body odor instead of having conversations with myself over the final game of the World Series that I didn't and didn't care to see i plan on doing something about it it might just be me lying weathered on that park bench thin tattered scarf around my neck huddled together like a turtle in its shell brown paper bagged bottle clenched in hand it might just be me lying in the gutter on third avenue an autumn leaf caught in my hair rustling in the wind from cars that pass by and my eyes wide open staring at nothingness at everything there is to seeBirth sign: Leo
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