People who caper
in traipsing prance
as they pass me by
like I had a chance
as I watch them go
in their jaunty way
while I stand fast
statue-still all day -
I would like to know
where the hell they get
off. Scott-free on their wide
and wending ways, wherever
they wish. As above it all,
I
look
down
in fixed stare
from my pedestal.
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