How can one ask for a second chance with a third strike?!
Or feel safe when the c.o.'s are worse than the Third Reich?!
I smelled fear and I heard fright...
and seen the green-eyed monster gaze at a bird's flight.
Escape in a book and gain power when my words write.
Feeling like I could kick up more dust than a dirt bike.
Not far from those mundane days when I worked nights
but too close to that anxious rage I had before my first fight.
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