"I want you to have what you deserve."
Like "for your own good," a loaded pitch.
I can barely pay attention because of my own itch,
restlessly caught, in my mind at least,
between a dank musty cell,
and 300-count sheets with chocolates on the pillow.
Catch me on the right(wrong?) day and either one could be my due.
One day I'm a freedom fighter.
The next I'm indigent scum,
A bumpy ride, and I can't decide
If it's ever
Deserved.
I like it!
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