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Funny some days When things won't go your way And you see them nice cars People enjoying their ice cream Idiots smiling, arms full of insecurities And you're in a boxing ring With one woman eating at your soul The mother of your child, Bending your legs into halves The one who brought you, Screaming in the corner, Loser! Shmuck! Mistake! Circling, are challenged hyenas from work Poking into you Like an animal in a cage And as your nut sack sweats Walking towards your train You think to yourself, They won't even see it coming When you gotta wake up one day, Tear everything to **** Eat everything in your path.
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
A Poolhall Story
Funny some days When things won't go your way And you see them nice cars People enjoying their ice cream Idiots smiling, arms full of insecurities And you're in a boxing ring With one woman eating at your soul The mother of your child, Bending your legs into halves The one who brought you, Screaming in the corner, Loser! Shmuck! Mistake! Circling, are challenged hyenas from work Poking into you Like an animal in a cage And as your nut sack sweats Walking towards your train You think to yourself, They won't even see it coming When you gotta wake up one day, Tear everything to **** Eat everything in your path.
sebastian-macias
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
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