Hotdogs
Sometimes I fell like a hot dog
trapped inside a bun
I need several supports around me
just to be good
I can't relish the good times
whenever they come
My past plays ketchup
no matter how fast I run
I can't ever find the strength
that must be mustard
I find it hard to escape
the never-ending cluster
So when my friends ask me
"What is wrong"
I simply smile and reply
"Do you know what's in a hot dog?"
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