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When Robert died, I was in a bookstore that wasn't born yet And all around me spun the narratives of other fallen heroes Dust! Dust! Dust! Dust on the tomes of the stories of yesterday; Dust on the tombs of the heroes of today -Rain drops smooched my hair soft Your kisses were distinct like welts from an airsoft I've never wore a tie that didn't come from the thrift store Before I was a vegetarian, I should've fished more -I was farmed for my similarity to a Duracell battery And quickly abandoned at a calculator factory I'm no Wizard of Waverly But I wear second hand goods like they were made for me I went to school to become a philosopher But dropped out to be a sober Kid Cudi imposter With a spoon that's porous, I lounge in Siberia Dining on borscht with Boris My mind has the drive of an old Ford Taurus Unfortunately my mind has no roads: it's just a forest Rap's Kurt Vonnegut, Blurb Fontset
One Lonely Owl - Milo