You might think you’re cool, kid,
but I swear to you,
I’m cooler,
and not just because I can’t afford heating.
It would be a game,
if we still had our baby bones,
and your adult bones weren’t insured.
You can check out
of the horrific hotel I’ve lived my life in,
and head back to a country mansion,
but I’m like the wallpaper,
tacky,
haggard,
and stuck in place.
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