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Aug 2016
You made me money
You gave me *******
And sat so heavy
Oh my poor old brain
Did your best
To  drive me insane
I had the ball
But you provided the chain

I got so nervous
And I got so sick
I get so banged up
That I'd look like a wreck
I'd crawl around.... Looking
For just a speck
I broke the mirror
When I saw what it did reflect

I said goodbye
And you wished me well
Then you grabbed me
Drug me straight through hell
I got a ticket on a one-way trip
I felt the fingers
Of your icy grip
You said you need me
And that I needed you too
That might have been....
.... But I've got..
News for you

I've left the highway
Now I'm headed straight
Had to
Boogie
It was much too late
Back there is nothing
So I'm looking straight ahead
The highway is clear now
I can see
Where it led
It will lead you in circles
It will dizzy your head
Keeping you spending... Until you..
End up dead !

You made me money and you gave me *******
Keith W Fletcher
Written by
Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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