In a home full of open doors, open windows, car keys, and motivation,
Nothing can move a poet burning with inspiration:
Rolling on sleep deprivation,
Needing a word-ly separation...
Away from temptation,
Economic segragation,
Exploitation,
Degradation,
and love.
No...he still needs love.
The love of a cigarette gets him most places.
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