As I flee the building,

Drawn to my worn path,

I think to myself 'Where am I going?'

The answer's always the same,

Same place I go every day,

Where they know what I want,

In my small half hour vacation,

I have my own private getaway,

Oddly placed,

In that small slice of civilization,

Called Roosevelt mall,

Having a bad day?

Need something special to eat?

I have one word for you,


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