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Probably for everybody
This is best too,

I'm sous,
I call him, 'Number 2.'

Rimbaud and his poop.
The city

Behind you,
The city in passing,

The city with no name,
Ethereal city,

Under the grey
Carpet of an Oregon day,

Unreal city, what do you say?
I'm afraid I might

Be a plagiarist.
That is, if you're calling me,

I just make vague statements
And take liberally.

Seriously, I have
Nothing holding me back,

Except if I have no coffee,
That's bad,

This is/isn't crap,
But Rimbaud gets to say poop

And be one of the best poets
Ever, so

I'ma follow suit.
Just call me, 'Number 2.'