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Hell’s Little Closet In hell’s little closet I huddle Waiting for the next damp boot Piled with the other 'Wear only once misfits' I seethe in anger and spit One glove blue One glove black Did you see it? On the side of the road Damn It’s raining again Another mildew morning Had I to do it over I would ask for the attic With the 'piled for future dumpster' crowd Stuck for eternity In hell’s little closet With jackets worn seldom And crap that has no other place Like my life I sit the same way Like crap that has no other place Born a millennium late A millennium early Wrong time non-the-less Misunderstood, and off By that mismatched feeling Of old gloves And soiled shoes Not wanting to throw out But not wanting to wear |
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