Theoretically one could go bankrupt
sitting on a leather couch like this
it’s not that it takes money
to make money or even about the
couch, but mightn’t one wonder
about the world out there, who’s
zooming on their phones to work,
which brand of silence goes best
with impermeable terror and how
could you even direct traffic in
your condition, you’ve got no electricity
no haircut no circadian anonymity,
you’re the Truman Show of my dreams
and even I must fire you sometimes.
Do you wonder if one could be
refracted as much as two or are
you normal?
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