They say in life you have an array of doors to open.
All colorfully decorated with glitter, glitz, glam and the chance of hope.
Perfectly aligned and numbered... 1, 2, 3....
And the score is displayed through bleach white teeth,
The kind of smile that makes barbie green with envy.
And I'm trying to desperately to grasp vowels.
And I'm sinking into the floor, like mud.
Feet stuck in the dripping pile of debt and guilt.
And I'm holding this buzzer like a gun.
Time to spin the barrell and whisper a wish.
...............The grand prize goes to...
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