Washing my
hair,
I bellow
like a mastodon,
Might have
done,
And read
The promises
written on my shampoo bottle
“Win Epic Trips
And Thousands Of Prizes!”
It alleges.
I don’t really
believe these pledges
But recycle
the bottle,
And use them
to make dreams,
To get me
through thirty minutes or so,
Then I recycle
the dreams too,
And dream of
something else instead.
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