Red Ink
It’s an epidemic really,
Putting a price on the putty we all need
Now it’s all porcelain.
But porcelain can’t make porcelain
You were once pudgy just like me,
I watch as you scoff at the familiarities,
Meanwhile an eraser is shaving down the final pigment of your palace.
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