| Morgan moves back to the familiar charms of his fiery days when
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| Morgan still felt something.
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| No longer
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| Morgan’s like a slave, three feet of paper and a family of four.
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| Morgan wonders why his wife is so slow, blames his wife for his slow love.
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| He shakes his head as he climbs into bed,
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| Grits his teeth as he moves between the sheets.
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| Morgan feels like sudden laughter when he sees.
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| Excellent!
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| He doesn’t sleep much on account of a terrible pain in his head.
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| And sometimes Morgan sits up in the loft reading from a book of children’s
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| stories.
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| Now listen
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| Well I’m not trying to question your decision,
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| In my opinion
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| You’ve made an excellent choice.
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| I don’t want to put the doubt in your mind.
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| In my head, well, you’re just fine
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| Excellent choice.
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| Jaws no ordinary sucking harder, sagging eyelids &pocked cheeks,
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| Intelligent the television buzzes &crackles &preaches
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| Morgan feels like his family have made a conscious effort to cause him misery.
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| His taste buds have deserted, sneaking away from his wife’s cooking.
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| Morgan dreads the family meal, clenching one hand under the table.
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| The bland wall hangings nod at the food in recognition.
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| They are far too familiar with one another.
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| Morgan’s work for minimum wage is no comfort whatsoever.
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| He thinks about the items that have sapped his money over the years,
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| shoe polish, oven cleaner, vacuum bags, sugar substitute.
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| A pathetic collection of unwanted gifts and dream-sapping commerce.
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| Any creative reserves once stored are long gone.
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| Morgan seethes at the realisation he has given his children too much
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| of the little he has.
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| Morgan wishes his family dead.
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| Well I’m not trying to change your opinion
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| I’m so happy that you’ve finally found your voice.
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| I don’t want to put the doubt in your mind
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| In my head you’re just fine.
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| Excellent Choice.
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| Lacking imagination, and full of despair, Morgan turns
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| tail and leaves without a word.
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| The door shuts compliantly as he moves outside.
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| Morgan crunches down the path with regular, driven feet,
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| pushing through the grey clouds escaping his mouth.
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| Approaching the train tracks, he sighs, lays flat across the line,
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| and shuts his eyes. |