Awake at 2 am
No hope of recovery
Collar protruding eastward
Tangled jungle inside me
Off to see the Wizard
Old man's jagged fingernails
Preventive sickness inhaled
Cruel ridicule from small people
Salivating at the crash site
They used to share my secrets
Now they spit in my direction
I'll never understand it
Piano keys through static
Back into the wilderness
Who will see tomorrow
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