Long schooled by strangers.
Messaged through a ton ‘o papers.
Churned by professionals wrapped so tight.
Couldn’t peel their unhuman with a scraper.
Then they say: you know boy.
And they say: get go boy.
And you are so scared, ho boy!
But ya gotta keep up the show boy,
So you hold your burning stick and posse.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
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