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Going out the back door of my job,

smoking a Camel Menthol cigarette.

I imagine a red door with a jet black knob,

A spectral creature pokes out its head.

It beckons to me, but I fear no evil,

I approach with a foreboding of dire things to come.

The phantom may not appear to be malevolent or lethal,

But neither does a four year-old with a loaded gun.

I digress, just when I was close to wandering through that open door,

Reality kicked back in, and I was on my way home once more.

Shadows danced on the road while insanity swam in my head.