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Let me tell you a little story

Of a silly man and his lost glory

Take my hand and visit the land

Of slain broken hearts, o so gory



Here the only peace you’ll find

Is when you step into his mind

Forget the past and do it fast

For to those who linger he ain’t too kind



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Of the women who entered his life

None, ever, became his wife

One called him ‘crazy’, another said ‘insane’

Yet all agreed when a third called him ‘lame’



They all thought he was lazy

And that his rationale was pretty hazy

But when everything was done and said

They all agreed he was good in bed



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Now this man wasn’t short of passion

But his motivation was going out of fashion

So he started chopping up

The patterns

To see

What he would find...



What he found was nothing new

Same shit, different smell

Self-inflicted thoughts askew



So he returned to where he belonged

Back to the sponge

Liquor and songs

Squalid soul

And gloom



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It was here that he prospered

And took the nights by storm

Offering little pieces

Of his leprous throne

Slowly thinning

To a barren bone



When they crumbled

And the ashes had been strewn

Across the wide open spaces

Lit only by a full moon



A passer-by once asked of his name

But the response was always the same

For those that knew this unfortunate son

Knew he’d reply: “yes... I have one”



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Enough!