you felt it was time
for some self confinement
to get these wheels
Back in alignment
so thanks so much for
always wishing me better
always saying i'm such'a
Good go getter
how well we can wallow
in our simple self pity
to never like the trails
Of this big brick city
with feelings sic inside
and then even sicker
how do thoughts become
A bumper $ticker
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