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Alone Just one simple paycheck away, never saved money for that rainy day. Now I'm walking down the street, begging you for food to eat. Haven't shaved in a week, looking like a bearded freak. If you drive by, throw me a dime, I ain't got nothing but time. Built a fort in a tree, wishing I had some lsd. Clothes are torn, body covered in dirt, I sure could use a brand new shirt. I use leaves to wipe my *** stay away from that brown grass. I take a shower when it rains, with no soap, the dirt remains. Looking for some needed assistance, my life never had any kind of consistence. I eat worms, I eat bugs, I'd rather have some illegal drugs. All I drink is animal blood, my fort got washed away by a flood. Now I walk the streets alone, fighting dogs for their juicy bone. I have no weapons to **** a mammal, if you saw me on tv, you'd turn the channel. Getting weaker by the day, clouds over me are always grey. Then one day I met you, ripped her to pieces and made a stew. Ate clam chowder for half a year, she was fat and I showed no fear. Me not knowing she had aids, wishing now I had some razor blades. Knowing soon, I'm about to die, for my pathetic life, please don't cry. Should have picked an animal with rabies, cause I never was good with the ladies.
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Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
Alone
Alone Just one simple paycheck away, never saved money for that rainy day. Now I'm walking down the street, begging you for food to eat. Haven't shaved in a week, looking like a bearded freak. If you drive by, throw me a dime, I ain't got nothing but time. Built a fort in a tree, wishing I had some lsd. Clothes are torn, body covered in dirt, I sure could use a brand new shirt. I use leaves to wipe my *** stay away from that brown grass. I take a shower when it rains, with no soap, the dirt remains. Looking for some needed assistance, my life never had any kind of consistence. I eat worms, I eat bugs, I'd rather have some illegal drugs. All I drink is animal blood, my fort got washed away by a flood. Now I walk the streets alone, fighting dogs for their juicy bone. I have no weapons to **** a mammal, if you saw me on tv, you'd turn the channel. Getting weaker by the day, clouds over me are always grey. Then one day I met you, ripped her to pieces and made a stew. Ate clam chowder for half a year, she was fat and I showed no fear. Me not knowing she had aids, wishing now I had some razor blades. Knowing soon, I'm about to die, for my pathetic life, please don't cry. Should have picked an animal with rabies, cause I never was good with the ladies.
allen-wilbert
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Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
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