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Note to the elderly of the mind.

Welcome
to the right side dear simple man
and your two-toned mind and car
that smells of celery and pickle juice.
Every day I must appease somebody.
I must appease the transient.
I must appease a faceless internet
wormhole. I must appease
the mentally unstable, the hackers
and the named faces; the ones doing jumping
jacks on the inside of my left brain.
Some day I may never get away like a transient
who lost their ticket
to Nowheresville, Indiana
for the back of their late mother's truck.
Yes, turtle man dressed in polo goo
and pulled up John Wayne jeans,
I let the underground apprehend
my sanity! I asked it to question
our shapeless reality for a cheap beer
and a quick grave.