6745. I WAS NOT A BEATLE, THOUGH I COULD HAVE BEEN THE BOY NEXT DOOR

I WAS NOT A BEATLE, 

THOUGH I COULD

HAVE BEEN THE BOY 

NEXT DOOR

What would I have chased to be so serviceable? good

words at a nice, round table? A family sitting around

in love  -  like some enjambed TV grouping, the kind

that buys soap and wax paper? I just don't know.

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Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth,

others have places setting jammed down their throat. Do

you know what I mean? Or get, at least, my tendency?

For I am so tired of highways and traffic and all thotir

horrid stop-lights. No one abides by any rules, 

and no one listens to what I say. Any way.

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Anyway, I just don't know.

You say goodbye.

I say hello.