See the chair, see the door.
Wonder in your dusty mind what lies within,
what lies in marveled ruin,
whether anyone cares if you are seen.
Take the step, jump the Brooklyn,
steal mines from Picatinny Arsenal?
Your friends sing to you,
they serenade you with
a post-Orwellian monkey symphony,
a miasma of cackles.
Do you see your life, your destiny
plucked before their time
by a man earning three green slices
of Americana Redux;
the antithesis
of a Tokyo kogal who
left her noodle cup
lying in the autumn breeze.
Live hard.
Ticket valid for a single entrance.
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[Got inspired after reading
Allen Ginsberg's Howl]