Fun With Flags

I have devices all my own
With which I play when I’m alone.
They smell like sadness on vacation
Plus that dizzy-sick sensation
That you get from crying in
An elevator filled with men
Who won’t admit they want your shoes–
They do, but they just flat refuse
To tell you so, because they’re free!
It stinks, but that’s democracy.

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Silliness is good
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