It's like a catch-22
you're ****** if you don't
and ****** if you do.
I don't want to be owned,
owned like a slave.
Told what to do think
and how to behave.

I tell you what,
while I do the prep work,
you stand at the door
and keep six
and  I'll put a match
to the spoon
and cook us up another fix.

Waiting for Mister Green
is like having
an extra hole in my head.
Some days living in this world
feels like I'd be better off dead.
Yes they'll loose the lions
in the Coliseum's ring,
but it's not over until it's over.
Or until you let the fat lady sing.


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