of paper that's not
green and doesn't mean
shit to anyone but me.
Like a time machine,
it takes me back
and makes me laugh
at the stupidest things.
In one reality, I
know not who I am.
In another, the
shit really sucks.
But when I get off the
airplane, all it comes
down to are them
damn goats and ducks.
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