she pumps up egos
as if we are all flat
tires
forcing air into our bodies
through that small
yet significant nozzle
we all possess
making us feel as if
we are needed
when in truth she needs us
feeling our heads up
with hot air
that has us prancing across desperate highways
at speeds faster than
sound maybe even light
we feeling so inflated, so important
we can't help admire
her
almost willing to
give her anything
so she will keep us feeling that way
she fills us up knowing
without her we are empty
stranded along the
long road
without Jack or spare
she fills as up
like she would of flat tire
and keeps us filled
for as long as she needs
wants, yet never long
enough
for each of us aching for her touch
on our no nozzles
so we can feel whole again
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