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Mar 2016
That codeine buzz
Johnnie Walker high better in lounge than air
because you don't fly enough for them to love you
**** it down while you can.

Proportion pharmas well
No Xanax pre-layover
Nobody likes an airport sleeper
And only your mum catches wheelchairs
off planes.

Give me night trips,
hot hostesses
to while away the time
while I burn my life through
this strange jet-propelled existence
loving only freedoms expressed
between confines of steel.

Freedoms reduced
our liberty sharpened,
exalted with easy available power points.
Written by
Adam Breen
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