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Clorox Punk

A Door and Man

By: Ezekiel Gonzales

Well damn,
Here I am again;
Back to the door, a locked room– secrets bolted, hidden under the rug
What does the man think
A beautiful verse of failure
Does he believe or take it face-value?
 
Beating a tune
Singing the blues
 
Well damn,
Here I am again;
Back to the door, free to all
We know what he thinks
A string of useless words that he won’t believe
Never one for honesty
 
Slamming the keys
Shouting to the trees
Well damn.

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