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I'm totally confused, I don’t know what to do,

The devil, came to me, in my dreams,

Last night, he watched, as I held, a poem in my hands,

He watched, as I let it drift away, it was as if,

Pure evil, was there, to witness the scene,

It was as if, art was worth pursuing, and,

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I failed to save her.

Swatting Flies

I'm thirty years old,

I just got started,

The beginning, of my life, as an old man,

My youth, has past me by, like a zoom-zoom,

Commercial, some sort of, joke, is in the air, cigarettes.

Observing

Watching, as the cookie crumbles,

Hope, in the air, will my dreams,

Make it there, a joke, of I'm not aware,

How much further, for a smoke break,

At least three hours, yes, a contract,

The sale, of three lifetimes, some,

Youthful, jokes, just an old man.

Giving Up On Your Dreams

Am I crazy, or is the world crazy,

Are faeries real, or am I just lazy,

Have I, always known, how to play,

The game, just the two of us,

There used, to be a grand plan,

But I gave up art.