In an observative mood
my eyelids are glued
on the chuck taylor shoes
on this dude I peruse
they're faded and aged
though cool just the same
a wallet chain hands
from the Dickies on his legs
victim to some fashion
attracting of laughing
with Buddy Holly glasses
demanding of banning
his philosophy on life
filled with pain and strife
enticed by exacto knife
him and heaven collide
behind closed blinds
the kid undermines
the price of sacrifice
for the last time
might be dramatic
some drug addict
an endless sporadic
maybe I should ask him
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