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Yeah

Ya fool in  love

Wit some dude or babe




& then ... (?)


Yeah (?)


••

I reads yer writes and finds

Ya wallowing

In the bullshittiest dreams !


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And then (?)


::

The bullshittiest pain !


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and all the while

Starving children

On war torn streets


Making no impression

On empty hearts

No ideas growing

In infantile minds


;:;

just flat sterile words on the stark bare page

Tellin a some nothin

As if it's somethin

Someone needs to know

Abouts ya and what

YE pretend ya feel or think (!)

//

.... ... .. . & then (?) . .. ... ....

It's back to the same ole bling


Same ole haunted lives

Same ole ***** trap games !

//

As the starving children

On the war torn streets

Wait to be murdered

While we walk on by


Looking for

A place to die



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