I asked who i was
and it landed me on this barstool
i requested romance
and now i'm stuck
swimming in this bottle
shrunk down to the size of a moth
and behaving quite the same
the most i can ask for
at this point
is the ironic satisfaction
i get when i drink
from the tit
of a baby's bottle
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