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Me MAG

By Anonymous

   Me feel synthetic.

Molded like Plastic

by Dad.

Rules carved in stone

by Mom.

Expectations high,

higher every day.



Me a fertilizer for pressure,

it grows off me like an inconvenient weed.

They ask me, "Doctor or bum,

which do you want to become?"

They answer that question themselves.





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