Follower - Poem by Austin Wheeler
I watch a blue jay watch the day.
I've prayed for those while they did pray.
I never really know what to say,
But I won't wanna stay as i grow gray.
Follow those frames.
An id makes a nice earmark.
With my buspass there's no need to park.
I miss the sun and arise in the dark.
All heroes turn out to be narcs.
Swallow those names.
If still humble then choose a job.
The spouse's hair can be cornrows or bob.
Extra ladies will trust the Saab.
Don't open doors but twist the knob.
Hollow is the game.
Stall and be lame.
Call it all the same.
And follow the fame.
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