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Here ye’ here ye’
Read the headlines and polish the abstract newsletters
There’s a new trend amongst the weak
Sales tags mark the price of this new found phenomenon at a bargain

A steal if you will

You can pick it up for free at your local hot spot
Dripping from the noses of heathens holding a cup
Sipping their sorrows from a mug made of skin
Bound by a leather tassel and reeking of misdirection

There’s a fitting irony, how the drunkards tell the most truth
While the sober ones spit lies
At least a lush has summed it up to bad taste by proxy

If this isn’t what was intended 
Why has the scale been tipped?
It seems a great suit and on the right track to me
So why is this vehicle swerving, dragging me to that shady side of the city

I should not be here
People like me get swallowed whole by the gutters and the wicked
I heard there’s no rest for them so it’s proper that they’ve set their roots in this town

Dream me out of here

Storm the lighthouse and set the beacon somewhere I can see it
I should fix my gaze towards better things but spoils are just more fun

Natural progression, zero tolerance, primal instinct
All the ingredients that make this product such a hit

You’ve been forewarned and forsaken that the side effects may overjoy
May the pessimistic turn optimistic through dissection of the left and right hemisphere

Gasp! 

The end is near but I feel like I’ve just begun to breath in this new aroma
Light the flares
A new addiction walks this way....

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