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Monday, January 28, 2013

The Joys of Anonymity

My face is often seen
As a ballad within a scream
In hopes of getting dashed
The checks I cashed

Crickets are preferred to birds
Like taking dreams over turds
Forgive my mind so crude
But I am still... "just a dude"

Just some guy you'll never know
Planning trips on which he'll never go
Penning books you shall not read
Living for art and not for greed.

- B

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