Im
im out of luck
out of any measuring spoon
and beholder's eye sees me poor
sees me stuck
in ceremonial laughs
this all self is through
is far and naive
so silly so porcelain a one
me and my and myself alone
we dont wait
for spreading rumours
we butter them up
to our daily bread
to make it taste a bit sweeter
oh yes its a perfect cheating
perfectly dragged
from each of us
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