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my dads life

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starbucks coffee
mocha frapachino
hideous ties,
yuppie haircut,
yuppie lies.

i saw a man at the copy center,
xeroxing his face.
over and over once more.
lights, dark, light dark,
his eyes must have been shot (to shit)
and i went up to the man,
portly in size
portly in stature
portly in appearance
and i asked him why

and he said he was copying his face
so he could live forever
so he could restart his life
so he could try again,
and get away from his 401k