Scott Federman Poems

My car is old
rusted
and the seat is busted.
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Assigned a certain group, I have training, and a certification to aide.
My goal is not to aide, but to spend as much time on my big bottom.
No matter the season, I have the reason to not help. Even if it is autumn.
I don't care what is asked, it's clear that I don't want to help. I like being rotten.
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Early and late I push the noisy cart down the hall and you know I am coming.
You are not sure where you are, or even who you are.

Sometimes you make no sense when you speak.
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