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Jun 2016
I go in through the gaping mouth
And nestle on the smooth pink tongue
But the cold shower splashes me about
You didn't let me settle for very long
I flow down a lumpy pipe
And land in the odour filled gullet
That's not a nice way to treat me
Fired out like a pistols bullet
Then I feel the corrosion
It breaks me in two
Then three, four and a thousand
What have I ever done to you?
Well I hope it helps your dilemma
With luck it will make you ill
I'm innocent and stand by my word
No respect at all for this pill
I'll go now to narcotic heaven
Where I'll be welcomed with open arms
Might even bump into Anadin and Paracetamol
We'll cause havoc with our healing charms
Written by
Andrew James Shepherd  Burnage
(Burnage)   
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