i'm circling the parking lot
with open window asking
anybody who is leaving
no luck i will go to far end
then sweat it out my friend
with my mind full of dream
burger scented breeze
just blow me by, sneeze
too early for that cheese
fries a welcome to teeth
i settle for whistling breath
control myself to stay fit
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