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I’m a working man, I’m licensed Working with all three of my vices Ones got a grip, the other a squeeze That last one gets me down to my knees At 14 I learned to like the buzz Trip out wildly, watch out for the fuzz I never shot up, only smoked and blew my nose Forget all the highs, felt all the lows Now I know better, what can I say All the things I let make me that way Should’ve known back then it was a mistake Remember that when you dance at my wake
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Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 1:24 AM UTC
At my Wake 3 of my 6-pack poems
I’m a working man, I’m licensed Working with all three of my vices Ones got a grip, the other a squeeze That last one gets me down to my knees At 14 I learned to like the buzz Trip out wildly, watch out for the fuzz I never shot up, only smoked and blew my nose Forget all the highs, felt all the lows Now I know better, what can I say All the things I let make me that way Should’ve known back then it was a mistake Remember that when you dance at my wake
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Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 1:24 AM UTC
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