An air of entitlement
Has become a defect
Become an addict and show me enlightenment
A tool to deflect, but needs to correct
Reaching my life's intersect
Having my needs met
I'm an unusual suspect
In my harsh glasses and hair of brunette
Who would have guessed
This change in my affect
Pressed to death by life I confess
Because normalcy I perpetually reject
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