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Published: August 05, 2013
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Why must I be

Enslaved to the confines of my corduroys?

Forced to bear the weight of a kale smoothie

Across the barren sidewalks of suburbia?

Why must there be

The Best of Enya

Blasting on my stereo?

As I lay enraptured in the smooth fabric

That is a flannel sweatshirt?

Why must I see

A poster of Simon and Garfunkel upon my bedroom wall?

Surrounded by my collection of argyle sweater vests

Amidst a display of figure skating memorabilia?

Why do I

Why do I

Oh why do I

Have to be