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Friday, June 28, 2019

Thursday, June 13, 2019

A kid once told me I should be a butler,
Guess I'm polite, subservient, relatively well-spoken
And I've been one of sorts for years,
Taking rich kids to the airport,
Walking them to the gate,
Carrying their luggage to keep their hands
Free to play with screens,
Texting their Hollywood royalty parents
When I have watched their plane take off,
And returning to the treatment center resort,

But today,

Today it's just me and my backpack
Breezing through security,
Popping on headphones,
Sipping coffee,
Ignoring anyone I please,
Until I rise with the new sun
And head closer to the ocean
And the woman waiting there