I look in the mirror
I face my error
so here I am in
this crazy fool city
Some of the bad things
I've done were kind of chitty
Others were more
or less nitty
But none as bad as what
I see in this crazy azz city
Back to the mirror
I go
checking out my
long ago scenario
I really wasn't that bad
I walk away from
the mirror glad
Out the door I go
to face a world
not made of glass
The images look back
as I pass
Many expressions seem
to say kiss my azz
I wonder if
the faces I see
will ever be free
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