will you be happy without me

to make you feel good?


I should think fools

are a (pardon the cliche) dime a dozen


but each one is prized

like a special bauble


a half-forgotten token

of a meaningless triumph


it would take so little to make you feel good

that's why I can afford my disdain


me escaping with the loot

and you still in a swoon


over some long ago tactic

while I'm miles away looking out a train window







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