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The world is supposedly so big
But he can't really see it
It fits in the telly
And the outside seems grim
Not that he's ever really
Walked out to it with open arms
Nor would he let anyone in
This fellow

He's a secondfloor autocrat
Still in his bathrobe
Lives alone
Thinks alone
I'm guessing he'll die alone
Or be discovered all too belatedly
Jaded by the greys
Of life disowned.