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A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

They lead you on, half way astray
same old same old, just another day.

The creaking door lets in the light
the luscious luster linoleum illuminating the days that are fading,
slowly out of sight.

Emphasizing, categorizing.
Over herded, under worded.

BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH.

I'm sic and tired of you being sick and tired.

Get this tar out of my lungs.
Last time you did it barely even stung.
You numbed out the pain for just a few days.
Time to take what you want and be on your way.

Oh the pleasure of living The Simple Life.
Of luxurious fortune and fame.

Go out for years. Journey on. Shed some tears.
But soon at last, your quest is done.
Life is over like the setting sun.
No regrets or remorse for me.