the door won't close, it fits no more
before it was snug, just right
blocked out the sun, shut out the night
a traveling salesman stopped awhile
promised remedies and cures and potions
for kangaroo days or sunburns
& sleep deprivation or thirst
with sweet words and a charming style
deception complete
the price was paid
satisfaction? not part of this guarantee
the fine print lies, "only for a time"
she'd slam the door if it'd only close
too much inside, not to be contained
it overflows and repeats again and again
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