I pause at railroad crossings,
But then I glide along in an SUV or limo;
That feeling of humanity can't touch me in my leather.
Yet more and more I'm frightened,
Of losing rays of sunshine in blackened fashion glasses,
Of losing grip of handholds on
The slippery slopes
Of lotion and animal skins.
I watch in awe as golden suns
Are sucked right up in deep black holes
Of new and tarnished jewelry.
I'm getting so weighed down,
As this obnoxious mound of treasure piles up;
I cannot find the peephole that I need to save my dignity.
And, really;
I just must find my mind again,
And thus regain humanity.
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