Beatle
This is not really me
Merely smoke and mirrors
Plying a day job
That pays the bills
The me
I see
Dissected into ribbons cleverly disregarded
Like a modern day beetle
Imagining all the people
Who have heard the news today and chosen to stay
Sometimes the clothes do not fit the father
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