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high hopes

the ol man is snoozin comfortably in the back room
momma is still bitchin in the hallway
but i bet she'll be there soon
me and lil brotha fightin in the front yard
over who is gonna be bigger
and have better facial hair
if we ever grow up

there is a whole gang of bikes
piled up and oxidizing out back
the dog ran away
but when you stay on the seventh floor
rent controlled roach trap
you get it
you sometimes hope he never comes back
has found a happy home in a cul de sac
or at least ended up
catchin some zzzz's with dad
Written by johnrot
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