Falling young
for the wealth, immortality,
exuberance n arrogance
of dying young.
For I’d beat time,
freeze it at the moment
I bent will n Iron
–oh, I could mend bartenders too.
I’d outrun rejection,
and the cancer
that would kill the
killer of men I am.
I’d live on,
laughing at the giver of life
I could never become,
what have I become, WHAT?
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