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Some dead things just won't lay down We keep walking Long after we've died Wreaking havoc upon the living Drowning what little of ourselves that remains alive in Vintage Tears and shame Throwing up on sidewalks Homewrecking Bringing the occasional young stranger home To get that little drip of pleasure From his heartbreak at dawn But apparently This kind of "self help" Isn't working Apparently Tomatoe juice with celery sticks Massages And people behind desks in Ugly polyester suits with framed papers on their walls and a prescription or two Is now Rehab for the dead
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC
Rehab For The Dead
Some dead things just won't lay down We keep walking Long after we've died Wreaking havoc upon the living Drowning what little of ourselves that remains alive in Vintage Tears and shame Throwing up on sidewalks Homewrecking Bringing the occasional young stranger home To get that little drip of pleasure From his heartbreak at dawn But apparently This kind of "self help" Isn't working Apparently Tomatoe juice with celery sticks Massages And people behind desks in Ugly polyester suits with framed papers on their walls and a prescription or two Is now Rehab for the dead
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC
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