Dull Razor

The dog laughs. The mirror laughs.
The girl, pretty in your favorite flick,
Isn't smiling at you.  She is more content
In herself than you are. Shaky hands.

Down to your last breath, you sense it
Like anticipating rain two months in advance,
Happiness is a block away wearing
Your blazer, with a clean shave, holding

Hands with a girl. Immaculate tits.
When you're thirsty, it rains. While you age
Time stops to look at you. You. The only man
Without a watch or umbrella. Dull razor.

All the while your father is behind
You wondering where the fuck he went
Wrong.  This isn't a criticism of yourself.
You tell yourself.  Two 'O Seven. He's wrong.

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