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Selling souls is the business And Dunk’n ugly words is the slogan For a long haired fickle mistress and buzz sawed swashbuckler Nothing is as it appears It is only as I see fit When a man loves a woman And people sit on the sidelines I bought a book today I probably won’t read it I don’t read much Or ever so maybe I shouldn’t be sitting in a coffee shop acting like I can write Because what makes a man anyway? What makes a women? Plagued by funny thoughts and prompted stares I’ve been talking to people on the street more recently Today I think I learned that everyone is Jesus reincarnated And I don’t know if that’s the problem or the answer The wickedest man in the world once said That he was the beast 666 With Ian Flemming playing reindeer games the bright nosed one knew that he could be nothing else As do I
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
Killing the Game Son
Selling souls is the business And Dunk’n ugly words is the slogan For a long haired fickle mistress and buzz sawed swashbuckler Nothing is as it appears It is only as I see fit When a man loves a woman And people sit on the sidelines I bought a book today I probably won’t read it I don’t read much Or ever so maybe I shouldn’t be sitting in a coffee shop acting like I can write Because what makes a man anyway? What makes a women? Plagued by funny thoughts and prompted stares I’ve been talking to people on the street more recently Today I think I learned that everyone is Jesus reincarnated And I don’t know if that’s the problem or the answer The wickedest man in the world once said That he was the beast 666 With Ian Flemming playing reindeer games the bright nosed one knew that he could be nothing else As do I
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
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