Posing

 

You make a poor scientist
Conducting experiments 

On your own nature
You almost get yourself killed

Then as a politician
Trading in deception

She can’t live with yourself 
While you mostly can 

Graced with a third act
Without friends to hold you back

You meet on the edge of who you are 
Without looking down or back

◄ Our dog years

things called you ►

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