High School Musical
Running, now.
Faster than
Before.
Cigarette
in hand I
enter the
Stage.
The priest,
The jock,
The marionette
All welcome me
And my sex.
And as I bow
I did not
Realize their
intentions.
Or that they are my
Inventions.
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