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Jun 2015
I might as well be a madman
Drive that rusty red truck straight up
Into a brick wall at breakneck speeds

What does society need with another romantic
A hopeless dreamer dreaming of a better world

Just throw out the tonic and fill my life with gin
Hand me the poison I’ve taken worse swill in

There is no way I am going to win
Against the corporate interest and the hate mongers
The powerful money makers that make us monsters

Just give me a good sixty to eighty miles per hour
Then watch me turn into a gooey blood shower
A swollen then exploding rare crimson flower
As my body shatters cause it never seems to matters

The politicians and the mad hatters run this show
And I don’t see this life getting any better
Cause I don’t believe society will heals it wounds
We’ll just be open sores for all to see
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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