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Nov 2011
It's definitely gotten
Weird enough for me
Strange days-
An understatement
So what choice do I have
But throw in the towel
Cash in my chips
Buy the farm
Kick the bucket
An eye for an eye
A truth for a lie
The philosophic problem of revenge
Is always on my mind
Yet I've no counselor to console
I guess no one ever does
Atop the mountain
We're all a mystery
No one, even ourselves,
Wants to solve
Disenchanted souls
You know they'll worship your tombstone
But not until it goes in the ground
Running on a two-dimensional rainbow
In a schizophrenic sky
Has God shown you his face?
My only trigger is a finger
And they're calling me
Insanely cheap
But in their midst
I quietly understand
In my own alley
They talk about free will
But all I see is witless swill
The same ol' people
******* the sun
Glad you weren't here to bear witness
You must have known
There's only one way to be Earnest
When all your friends
Are dead people
No other choice
But to turn inside-in
Inspired by Hunter S. Thompson
Lucy Tonic
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Lucy Tonic
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