Me
I’ve got more than enough under my belt,
So why do I have to keep adding notches?
What I consume for profit,
Shouldn’t make me broke.
Or make my stomach implode.
Should It?
I guess I thought I knew nourishment.
What’s black from white
and left from right.
But I’m no compass.
I guess I’m just another dude
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