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Beyond the Pale
Its not just a matter of being disappointed its having been anointed for a greatness I can't achieve I am just a man no monkey glands
no great plan awaits me I just stumble bumble grouchy voice like grandpa looking for his glasses bathrobe hanging loose my teeth not quite where they used to be I flee
from dreams of youth long of missing tooth finding ease avoiding disease reading the back of cereal boxes no poxes the locks on my doors are useless my old Clark Kent life
Superman strife behind me I gripe about other men on this Daily Planet riding in cars drinking in bars but, mostly I shuffle watching news on TV turned off with a switch framed in a box
no more rocks breaking my glass heart I have perfected the art of being nothing.
© Farrell Dyde
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