Your life is subsidized;
your future is in hock.
Each time you find a doorless doorway
you just stand there and knock.
Come in, come in, you always have.
You say you are a giver;
that is your gift to you
lip service to your ear.
My gift is real; there is no you,
but I will give green stamps.

592 ®Copyright 1974 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
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