Poem #42

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Wherever I walk they just

Stare

Whatever I say they don't

Care

They patronize and flatter

Too much

They expect to be entertained

And such

They behave with all the girls

This way

I can't be anything but meat

Today

What a tragedy it is

To be

A beautiful idiot

You see

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