Too many times I’ve sat on this seat.
Too many times has slept entered my feet.
What is it about a square tile that leaves one entranced.
You resorted to staring when you set out for a glance.
If only that square were a screen or a kindle.
You’d have your juris doctorate rather than let your life dwindle.
Still that 8 by 8 blank canvas is a most perfect distraction.
From imagining what will emerge after that next butt contraction.
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