Me

I’ve got more than enough under my belt,

So why do I have to keep adding notches?

What I consume for profit,

Shouldn’t make me broke.

Or make my stomach implode.

Should It?

I guess I thought I knew nourishment.

What’s black from white

and left from right.

But I’m no compass.

I guess I’m just another dude

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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