one of these days
can I just stop
trying trying trying
never even caught sight
of the top
but I can taste the
foul and rust
sifting up from the bottom
You talk about fear
and loathing
hell yes I got them
It's just whining
I'm a whiny
little man
another cart of dross
to try to stuff
in the trash can
I tried to be a ray of light
for half a
thousand days
and who really cares
if neither one pays
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