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These kids, They look so Derelict, They look so Full of **** Like they could Ever skip The river styx Crossing. So rather Than glossing Over their eyes, Maybe these guys Should start Flossing The wrinkles Of their brains By tossing Back a few Infected grains, It's Ergot that Brings What you forgot; As in your face, As big as Great danes Made of waves Of color. If fluorescent Grays Ever Deliver me asunder.... It's so dull Under This counter, My mind starts To flounder As I flip the ******* flounder. Or is it Tilapia? I wonder, Could I be Happier? Probably, but Don't you know I like it Sappier? Is that a word? Who gives a **** Not this bird, Thats why she's flying away, Not toward The veneer covered Ways I say "Come here." "Go away." "2 for fives two for fives, ****** got garbage around the way." The way I pray For acid rain To melt my clothes, My skin, My muscles and veins, My mostly drained Trays of grease; Popping. Bubbling. Please. Please Give my Knees Some ease From their pains, I've been begging For weeks, I need to sleep.
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Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 12:59 AM UTC
--Used To Be A Dead Man--
These kids, They look so Derelict, They look so Full of **** Like they could Ever skip The river styx Crossing. So rather Than glossing Over their eyes, Maybe these guys Should start Flossing The wrinkles Of their brains By tossing Back a few Infected grains, It's Ergot that Brings What you forgot; As in your face, As big as Great danes Made of waves Of color. If fluorescent Grays Ever Deliver me asunder.... It's so dull Under This counter, My mind starts To flounder As I flip the ******* flounder. Or is it Tilapia? I wonder, Could I be Happier? Probably, but Don't you know I like it Sappier? Is that a word? Who gives a **** Not this bird, Thats why she's flying away, Not toward The veneer covered Ways I say "Come here." "Go away." "2 for fives two for fives, ****** got garbage around the way." The way I pray For acid rain To melt my clothes, My skin, My muscles and veins, My mostly drained Trays of grease; Popping. Bubbling. Please. Please Give my Knees Some ease From their pains, I've been begging For weeks, I need to sleep.
mike-bergeron
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Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 12:59 AM UTC
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