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I’m a glutton at a gourmet all you can eat luncheon,

I’m a car that goes an hour on a tank of gas,

I’m a cigarette butt in a daycare playground,

I’m a bottomless shopping cart waiting to be filled,

I’m a face whose skin you can’t see through layers of makeup,

I’m a church placing bibles in Holiday Inns,

I’m the meatball in the bun on the Styrofoam tray in the trash,

I’m always going up never down.

Spin around.

We’re going down an endless road where the stores are all closed,

The threads have come loose you can see that we’ve got holes in our clothes,

We’re victims of expectancy of infinite growth.

So what do we do?

When we get,

Where are we going?

What is next?

What do we do?

Don’t stop.

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