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His rolodex is thicker

Just less useful

His laugh count way higher too

Though his are cut

Felt never were two souls in his sex

Until she came around

Still he cowered

Like a dog from fireworks on the 4th

Now he says

I wont say I know where I will go

On a hunch

The new thing grins

Wide in me

Unlike then

Back when you approved of me

No he'll never go back down there

Does not think you know

But he knows what you think or thought of him

Some old fans just won't let go

Boys laugh

As men weather down your back

Still you fear and cower

As slowly surely they yank you further

And further

Denominate St. Peter's little whore

For choosing muscle

Though on its meat alone she starves

So she seeks guilty in silence

For something where it is not

My special someone waits where warm

Above a room with no real door

Thought occurs neighbors conspire

When near paranoia

But a case of you does me okay

Oh how if that were ditto

If he only woulda just cut the cheek fat

Down to the bone

And not worry about one finding him in need

I think he might have done it

I think he might have done it

Still he'll never go back down there

He would rather die than subside another day a working carny in smalltalkvile

For friends hungry for his success

They think ''It's who you know''

Rather than what you are

Or what you believe in

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