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April 2010
Life is just a joke, all these folk just seem broke,
let me just soak my mind, always a way to provoke me to smoke,
sip on a coke for my throat, as I prepare to float,
always reread words I wrote, they give me that push to promote.
All these lonely people, where could they have come from,
all feel like scum and choose to numb, no matter who they will become,
the old me has long ago started to fade, no one knows how much it weighed,
I feel betrayed and so sadly afraid, we can have it made in the shade,
but don't let me get played.
Past me is wrapped up like a bag of bones, only place to be found is underground,
somehow managed to rebound, found myself around the mound,
yet some slither of light, has caught my sight,
so at night I take flight, and choose to see in tuxedo black and egg shell white.
