I be wheezy and tired and put upon
by young nasty bastards
who've yet to be broken
the know-it-alls who'll add to the world's misery
by ruining themselves
and you you little bitch...you insult and dismiss me?
you identify yourself and all I can do is be sorry
you won't blow me...your mouth's certainly big enough for the job....
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