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I am a rocket-man. There are stars in my pocket and light in my sleeves. My fuel carries me on.
There's a man by the coke machine. We're not sure why he waits there every morning, watching the businessmen rotate in and out of the sliding doors to the office. For that matter, why coke? Surely a 20oz from the Powerade machine would do him more good. Perhaps it doesn't matter much when you're lucky enough to get one meal a day.
Today will consist
of the same tribulations
as will tomorrow.
Veto this, compromise that.
Why-I cannot say,
Someone hates me anyway.
I am Mr. President.