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CHAINSAW
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COUNTRY POEMS A pain through my head.
I am trying to sleep in bed.
The morning noise; it is worse than
a collection of electronic toys.
Chainsaw.
In my head, I can feel the boring.
This was not any warning.
The pain is driving me insane.
Chainsaw.
It has been going on since the dawn.
I cannot wait until it is gone.
They are cutting trees on the lawn.
Chainsaw.
It will not be pretty.
Welcome to the city.
I do not feel well.
This noise rings like a loud bell.
Chainsaw.
I would call the police.
Yes, it is true.
They would tell me, there is nothing they could do.
Oh, chainsaw.
Yeah, chainsaw.
