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Jul 2018
Not everything I say is true:
How could it be when all I
hear are lies.

And why was I imprisioned
can anybody answer that,

Did I speak out of line, slander,
abuse, curse, swear?

If I did I might have had reason
after all, I tend to repeat and

not in an impedimental dialect
neither, don't try and label me

with that, I'm not an echo chamber
but I may as well be for all the good

my obedience has done me.

Across the room there is a goldfish
miming something with an annoying

repetition and he is in a prism but
at least not barred in like me.

Looks like he is saying Bob Bob Bob,
drinks a bit, ****** alcoholic I'd say.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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