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Never trust a man who hasn't already lived a lie
I have this recurring dream
where the cops found me in a desert in New Mexico
after I robbed every bank from here to Chicago.
They ask me, 'Where did the loot go? '
and so I tell them
that I bought groceries for all the ghettos!
Than we fist bump
tell each other we're awesome
and we go to Disney World
but than I wake up
and the world is less forgiving.
poem
by
Justin Edejer
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