I am exasperated
By the fools around me
I meet them every day
In the morning,
Afternoon
And evening
When the sun goes down
And they appear crazier and crazier.
Probably aware
That the bed is there at the end of the day
And they can reach into their dreams
Where they can’t be touched.
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