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Shackled to the excess baggage desk...
(But I should be grateful
to not be attached to the household sink
with offspring galore
winding their grotty mazes
around my feet & beyond my patience?)
Responsibilities sky high
I'm building a Metropolis
but never a Home
& the bird poo sticks
when the heat is turned up;
it's never cool here
in my fancy suit buttoned tight
to protect my patented boobs --
they own every working hour of me
& my academic gift
only surpassed by an achievement expectation...
& now the windows
are so tinted
that I can't even tell
if the sky is blue today (or always)
or pink.
Has the sun set on my dreams
or is it just my newfound
reality dawning.
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