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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Fantasy · #2192632
A poem of a man and his life.
I went around the house
Turned the lights on at six
I should go down town
Maybe go to Dick Blick's

It's a laugh a minute here
Living in Chicago's capital
Chicago, and it feels like
My time at the Apollo

Every single morning
I get up and out of bed.
I can never see Caruthers
'Cause I'm sleeping with the Feds

All of the great writings
Have me living in the sky
And I can't give up these sightings
For the jobs there to apply

I live in the city, gritty
And my neighborhood's a pity
And when I get an itty bitty
I will prosper and be witty.

No one ever told me
To make answers with my vision
But your poem really touched me
While I cooked up in my kitchen

Never ask me why I
Never stopped and went to college
'Cause I've said a million times
That Sanford Brown is closed for Knowledge

It seems that I will
Never see the end of strife
And that's why I pay my bills
And hold a red Swiss Army Knife

When I go to sleep I
Dream of endless splendor
That's precisely why my
Life's a never-ender

Sleep for sleep
End for Ender
Mothers weep
Weep for Bender
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