brimming glasses of aged scotch
do you imagine a monocled man?
or the monopoly man?
Girls all around in the VIP rooms
a growing network of importance
I am missing just my cane and Cuban
A lonely bachelor pad
with enough space for two
two week old food sits rotting in the fridge
while months old steak gets freezer burn
dirty clothes scattered across the ground
unsurprisingly, a bed unmade completes the room
who cares for the letters after a name
or the small font words speckling a white card
why consider things so commonplace
when there are so many things left unique
My footprints have fossilized
as I reach for the stars
everything else that matters has died
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