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May 2017
baby was a black sheep, baby
was a *****...
rock & roll ******.

i'm gonna drink my whiskey,
extend my *******,
and in doing so,
      to simply express the stance:
thank you, thank you,
                 *******, *******!
eat lead.
  capsize on your ******'s worth of girth!
cunty-mother-*******-waste-of-a-worth-of-man;
come, the last demand...
               and i'm adjusting my clockwork
toward a city lifestlyle...
  i just felt there was enough empty
space in the double bed to suggest:
     hums and cuddling pillows
to hope for the opposite ***...
****** ****** ****** ****** ******...
****** ****** ****** ******...
                  it's what's called: singing in prison...
like a parrot... a *budgerigar
...
         white boy in the prison of his
own language...
   what, a, waste, of, time.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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