2003-06-14

All I am these days
Is a caracature
A two-dimensional scetch of myself
I have a vauge rememberance
Of when I was a person
But those days have long past
I feel like a running joke
That got old some time ago
Pulling rabits out of my ass
And heartache out of my pen
For the amusement
Of a few dozen people a week
Like the cracker I am
I've gotten stale
Time to throw myself out
Begin again with some fresh perspective

~Matt Magus

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