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Friday, July 19, 2013
Self-Created Disruption In The Time Of One's Life
He is talking and I cannot
Hear a word he says
Or rather I do not want to
Listen to the excuses that he's made
For none of them ring true
Out of his mouth words are spilling
Tumbling over his tongue and lips
It's as if he's reading for a role
But he needs to find a better script
Just one chance, he says
Was all he ever wanted
But no one would ever give him a break
And he always felt alienated
Teachers would single him out, put him on the spot
Put him in classes he would have to retake
The police harassed him for just being around
Always comparing him to grainy mugshots
His own family was constantly letting him down
Kicked him to the street, told him to get a job
As if it was that easy when every employer
From the biggest company to a Mom & Pop
Expected him to accept minimum wage to start
He was much too good for that
He wasn't going to sit at the bottom of the
Organizational chart
He stops talking and just
For a second I think he's done
But no, he simply got distracted
By a young girl enhanced with silicone
Finally, after an hour slips by
A chance comes to getaway
Standing up, hand extended with a smile
Words are exchanged though I don't know what to say
It's been some time, I'm hoping for a longer while
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