More poles
No more audience
No film
And you get
Too fat and too old
To dance your parade
What are you gonna do
It's a good thing your only
Doing this to pay for
School
Soon you'll have your doctorate
I'm not judging you
Because i admire what you do
I can almost rely on it
Your beauty
The way it transcends you
It is your gift
To give people something
A sense of worth
While yours slowly slips away
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