I am in limbo man

I am in limbo man

turned out and deadpan

no tresses, no creases but

a stereo that ceases,

to play in between lunch breaks

and on night shifts; no cracks

on the walls nigh, cold and dry

a lizard sleeps dreamless and awry

while I fear that ‘Sid’ is not a good enough name

for someone looking for advice on probates and fame

Poach me all you like, I ain’t turning tasteful

crush me like karaoke, so weird and dull

I am in wait, I am in queue

I am in limbo man, I am you.

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