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The Artistic Lie12th Man


I spent time this morning planning my rejection.
An unrelenting cold. Someone slashed my tires.
A stolen identity crisis.
The sitter can’t watch my goldfish.

Truth be told: my team is in the playoffs.
They need me – the twelfth man.
Loins girded with beer and pretzels,
I will guard my post and forsake my woman.