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One smiles and smokes, And ryes 'n cokes, While claiming one's Forever broke, As one simultaneously Takes a **** How does one Manage, At all To cope, Binging while One quips a joke. Has one found The ancient code The alchemist couldnt't For making gold; Or a money-tree, A gem-studded bank, Where wealth is found By shaking free. At times I shake Like those leafs When worn down by One's Poor me, pleas. I think I know How one can binge: It's all the Bull You're shovelling in.
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
The "Poor Me" Pleas
One smiles and smokes, And ryes 'n cokes, While claiming one's Forever broke, As one simultaneously Takes a **** How does one Manage, At all To cope, Binging while One quips a joke. Has one found The ancient code The alchemist couldnt't For making gold; Or a money-tree, A gem-studded bank, Where wealth is found By shaking free. At times I shake Like those leafs When worn down by One's Poor me, pleas. I think I know How one can binge: It's all the Bull You're shovelling in.
francie-lynch
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
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