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Nov 2015
I'm dripping into sorrow

Like raindrops into a pothole

I can't outrun what I've borrowed

There's no profit in tomorrow

I claim there's no dependence/dependants until there's none left in the bottle

I get less than what I earn so that the slugs can keep their grottos
I remember writing this on a rainy day in the Sam's Club parking lot probably in 2012
Cubicle Kryptonite
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Cubicle Kryptonite  Chicago
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