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May 2012
Staying cool,
In my corner,
Away from it all,
In my corner.
Playing with myself,
In the corner.

Forced myself here,
Trapped in a space.
Walls collapsing,
Staying in one place,
Never moving,
Such disgrace.

Can't believe,
I got myself here,
Purposely so I,
Could grow a beard.
Can't tell me to shave it,
Cause no one is near.

Alone with,
My half empty glasses.
Drank the good half,
Along with the masses.
Now we all sit divided,
In our own sanctioned classes.

Staying cool,
In my corner,
Away from it all,
In my corner.
Playing with myself,
In the corner.

Perception is quite deceptive,
As hollow eyes view us all.
Judged on a single detail,
Drive-by at the mall.
So stare back to the attacker,
Tell them to fall.

I open my mouth,
To scare the tourists away.
Don't need admirers,
Getting in my way.
For I have a picture pinned to my corner,
Which keeps my eyes at bay.

Lost in chances of happiness,
I call out your name.
Attracting a hoard of others,
Who want to play my game.
Two players only!
This seat is for my friend not so sane.

But like me...same.
Comfortable in the worst way.
Wuji
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