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sad pathetic days of a masochistic loser
had it not been awhile my dear boy?
since the pleasure,pain, and pentup passion
that a creative soul can invent and fashion
into disturbing little ways that turn the gears
and sends it rushing
the endorphines, the madness, all gushing
from my heart to my brain
this is all just insane!
what causes just actions? the needed distractions
that a life gone wrong can only bring.
who made who? society or you
its the question i ask myself most every day
and the answer it seems lies in decadent dreams
the kind of a master to the obedient slave
end. spacing be damned! curse this mechanical contraption. give me a pen anyday. freeflow from a bizarre behavior exhibited on a sunny midwestern summer day. chance of crazy 50 percent and climbing. gonna be a rough one, boys! all the signs are present...
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