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Derek Song

Perfect Self

If I were insipid that would be wonderful
to wake up in the morning and only feel cigarettes and food
the bus would take me to work and I would say hello and smile
walk down the street with a Cheshire grin
full of sin!!
but unnoticed by myself
bliss, bliss
enjoy the wind on my face
instead of worrying about my hair
breathe in my cancer and enjoy
sweep the sidewalks
arch my back and sigh
but not boredom
but from satisfaction
where does one get a lobotomy?