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A corner has been turned
A chapter has been burned 
A stipend has been earned —
Was it by me?

You can’t unearth a friend 
If he’s stuck in the deep end 
And he sure as hell cannot pretend
He’s free

Someday, you'll be as real as me 

Look in the beggars mind
And here is what you’ll find 
A sunrise that once shined
Now cold and gray

In crocodile remorse,
Wives file for divorce 
Then send their husbands through 
the bootcamp course, so gay

Someday, they’ll all be real as me 

Real though I may be,
I’m just a totem pole 
A wooden icon, disengaged 
From body and from soul 

Take your protein straight
No dispensaries of hate 
Those confined must separate
Their rooms so deep 

While down here in the maze, 
With the labyrinth of your gaze,
I wander hungry as you smolder in ashtrays 
Then sleep

Someday love, you’ll be
As real as me

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