Bearded dragons
who used to breathe fire
and tell thousands of terrible jokes
now just sit in their wheelchairs
inhaling ugly linens
busy smothering everything
the underpaid seamstress
tucks neatly into submission
the way someone else will
once the overpriced coffins arrive
knocking at the door
the way good intentions never did.
So I'm sorry if you didn't think it was funny
as you laughed at me
instead of my silly play on words
but I don't have time to care
whether or not I'm succeeding
by the standards of others
because for me at least
they'll remember
I'm the one who tried.
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but it wasn't easy in the beginning or the middle either...
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