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ROUGHLY POLISHED
Life is not just or close to fair
Sitting in my plastic chair
In the doorway to your world
I lean back against the wall
Very cautious not to fall
I am cocncocted of man
Woman and sometimes child
Displaces energy that is sometimes wild
Holding my ciggerett as would a trucker
I pull it to my painted pucker
Then laugh so hard I almost pee
When I realize this is me