When the motel decays,
gets weathered,
and the electricity frays,
when only one letter
on the marquee sign works;
when you're beleaguered by
the weight of the world
on your shoulders;
when the loss of those close to you
construed to isolate you,
to lionize you as the king of loneliness,
to inhibit your boldness,
when you're Savoie fair,
becomes inept among the masses;
and you're wit...
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