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my grandfather
taught me to
keep my words
like a woman's skirt;
long enough to
cover the good parts,
short enough to
keep things interesting.
i'm still a poor *******,
i'd still give a canadian a cigarette,
probably won't ever **** a man
but if i do,
he'll die with my
respect.
she paid off her bar tab
with pieces of silver scraped
from my shiny metallic heart
and hopped
bar to bar
on ***** feet carrying
liquid pistols
in each hand.
Please wait,

I must

smoke a

cigarette first.

Thank You.
Woke up this morning
*******.

Drank some whiskey
*******.

Didn't eat breakfast
*******.

This isn't even a poem
*******.

It's a list of what I've done today
*******.
Forgive me Father
God bless Gin
Drank before, be Drunk again
Alone in a corner, Alone with friends
Everthing lies, Everything sins

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