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Jan 2021
I am your soon to be
ex-con
so maybe we should get this
*** on
I'm mentally ill,
I think
but I'll ******* good!
I will sink
into your flesh
like a starved dog
since you will arrive
a saucy little minx,
a feisty platter,
a sultry dish
but surely leave
an unsatisfied,
unfortunate
and inconsolable mess
I suppose my fate
will upset you

unprepared
for what's to come
I will run
straight in to the arms
of the law
after all,
this world isn't mine anymore
and
it would be unseemly
to stay
when I'm looking at
a whole world of hurt
and a hefty price to pay
besides,
modern-day freedom
is an illusion
and
I'm bored of *** anyway
Finley in Despair
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Finley in Despair
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   Bogdan Dragos
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