Headlights made me squat and lie down on my back like a cat burglar. Those and other slick gangster moves made me wonder who am I?
I'd stand before the oracle dispenser and a great personality, an exaggeration, appeared to bubble into the frame, a swelling from my skull.
Was it self-regard made me lose a way to muscle outta here? I wake up exhausted from a night of paramilit'ry operations: for bread.
Reptily
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