A dull and decrepit mind
In a worn out body
I am feeling sorry for myself
And one of us doing that
It is one too many isn't it
I have forgotten a lot of people
Yet I am unable to forget everyone
Desire it seems always defeats me
Of those I do remember:
A few were at junior school
And a few more at grammar school
The black coffee
And granola bar are taking effect
As is the young woman two seats down
I am feeling better about myself
And one of us doing that
It is a beginning isn't it
I am that saddle-bag of new tomes
A full and encrypted mind
In a born to flout body
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