Two day old sweatshirt
There's a funk about me.
A smell of unwashed hair
and worn out deodorant.
Remember those old bag ladies
with broken teeth
and hair that defies gravity
well I think of them.
I do not want to collect cans
nor do I want to eat cat food
Although it smells quite good
for that is a problem.
I am drifting from society.
I hide away from reality
and pretend everything is OK
when really everything is wrong.
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