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been done before

Posted to Poetry




c'mon now touch me baby,
can't you see
that i'm a loser baby,
so why don't cha kill me?
always be your beast
of burden
never be the beautiful
people
who gives a fuck about
the size of your steeple?
who the fuck are the
shiney happy people?
november spawned a monster
that f'sure is true
and i'm so very sick of you
but it was a good lay
or so he say
i'm always ashamed
and that's the way to be
last cigarette, last cigarette
i know it's killin' me