boy has run out of crusades
so go sit with the men
labour for wages and in the evenings
paste the sky with moonshine wonder
spew at mother
belt the wifey
lecture the faces
and slowly incoherently blanket the senses with sleep
need to put some distance on conscience
life is freaking hard for a drop out
the steadiness the security.....
they come at you with sharpened knifes
nodding away at life's dilemmas isn't it
can't be a mute
i just can't tame my personality
so this is a shout out;;;;i resign
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