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The Most Toys

from Abandoned Bandwagon by Philip Bosley

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Settled into a moderate's armchair
A black matter for the heart that sent you there
Facing up to not being that brave
Weights we all carry to the grave

Burdens both splendid and spectacular
Too timid to be a true ambassador
Deny yourself of your one true joy
For the sake of being one of the boys


Fighting anxiety, fighting the boredom
Watching your leaves change into autumn
Put your feet up if they get too cold
Ball up your worries and watch them implode

Burdens of young kings foisted on old queens
Fabulous dresses and gowns never seen
Mail-order bridesmaid apparel deployed
Trying to die with the most toys


Does anyone ever really die a winner?
Is it age or is it dust on the mirror?
Truth is there's nothing out there to stop me
It's within my reach, but I just won't let me

Wore out my welcome with my superstitions
Headfirst into failure like a man on a mission
A babbling voice in my head to ignore
Fighting an internalized cold war

Burdens you can't remove, they're hardwired
Halfway to halfway to halfway to retired
Making a stand but it's all just so much noise
Trying to die with the toys

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from Abandoned Bandwagon, released April 4, 2023

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