the rapist by day trying to get it going
many years in preparation for a
brainy career
art tist by night in my room
smoking away
writing for days
poetry words and letter
to myself about god knows who
for the universe
guitar and pen
tools like friend
no time for a social life
or many of those ends
planning to contact these people again
but just to say hi
keep the lines open
but really doing other things not crazy to be
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