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Aug 2011
Never to be as one had hoped, man killed all it groped
Got no one to care about, is that so hard to grasp?
What made you, makes me, so very dense
Precision is ****** on by your own kind
Sometimes awkward, subdermal mind
Built with one universal command
Synapses wired, linked, cold-fired
Intent on destroying this
So gone on the upbeat
****** in the backseat
Dipsomaniacal
Makes life so
Always so
*******
Whisky
Drunk
Am
I
Yep. Written in reverse. Lots of whisky.
J Allen Bertsch
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