Thursday, May 1, 2014

where are my ticket stubs?

what goes for my eyes?

I had some vision of heaven

that was only a booby prize


here I am dying away

sad than this life is done

and ready to kill the one who says

that I had my fun


mind your own business

you meddling control freak fuck

you're empty without someone to oppress

but with me you're out of luck


at least with me I'll soon be gone

but with you shithead you'll have to stumble on....







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