Call the police on me.

Accusations as false as my front teeth.
The struggle is one vicarious, and half as real.
My ability to chew through ice cream
In this primitive day and age of no compensation
loses its flair.
As I roll into the sunset in my traveling highchair.
Pushed by nearly everyone from nowhere near.


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