Often find
Things weird
Like streets
With no end
That turn
Into decisions
Like which chord
To play
If you play
And if you work
When to dance.
Don't dance
In a street
You've never been down
You'll stumble on
A kid
In a pirate costume
Celebrating
The marriage
Of two people,
One of whom is dead,
And neither of whom
Could ever give you
As much as those
You were born into.
I took my eyepatch
And my cutlass
And went home
went home.
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