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Jan 2017
i hope you ******* overdose.

if there was any justice
in this indifferent universe
the H you blew
your paycheck on
rather than your son
would've left you comatose.

i hope you ******* overdose.

no room for pity. cower, coward.
spare us all the trouble.
chase the dragon, get back up
on that horse again.
i pray to god the mud
you smoke coats your lungs
and turns to toxic sludge.

i hope you ******* overdose.

one day you'll see just what you've done.
when the realization hits you
like a baseball bat
smack!
against your skull
and your body flops about
in its death throes,
punctuate the blows
with a bit of prose:
you don't poison  
those you claim to love.

i hope you ******* overdose.
Poison-free. Straight-edge. Don't **** with my friends.
Pearson Bolt
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   Thomas P Owens Sr and Glass
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