He sidled into the club
With that singular sense of self
That in the past was just smashing
His head into some fuckin wall,
bescrawled
above a urinal
smash it in there
shithead
where'd that
get you before
it got me a ticket
that said
I quit,
I'm afraid
To play
with the big folk
I'm a flea
The eagles
don't fly for me
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