The cars' wheels
Spin down the road.
The rain soaks the ground.
I sit in a bed that is
Not my own, wallowing in
Dirty clothing and day time
Television. Tell me, when you
Look in a mirror, do you ever wonder
When you became so tired?
As my friends grow prosperous
And happy, will I be stuck here?
Will my own fear and selfish
Laziness strand me here in
Rainy, sick Allentown? How
Long until I am dealt an ace?
Or even a king.
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