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 my body's broke and beaten now for certain; 
too many years of junk have dried my bones. 
I think I see the final call and curtain - 
the God who owns is callin' in His loans. 

it was my hope someday I would connect 
and mesh my flesh with angels of desire 
but I deny their lie so they reject 
those touched too much by flames of madness fire. 

the story of God's glory gone insane; 
a genius so sublime in youthful prime 
before devoted days with rock cocaine 
did steal away the tick and tock of time. 

certified a crazy kind of critter 
by tested mess I do believe correct 
but bitter is the life filled full with litter 
where choice is purged by choices I neglect. 

but now I'm runnin' full capacity 
while hopin' I'm not headin' for a fall 
while showin' off my great alacrity 
before the reaper makes her final call. 

I hope to find a cheap discreet hotel 
where I will kick addictions very quick 
while risin' up and out of my own hell 
affixed to my afflictions like a tick. 

I think I'll join a mighty minstrel show 
while stretching high to greet the nearest star; 
I'll find some truth I don't already know 
and see if I have time to raise the bar. 

my future vision of reality, 
infused with figment fire but never there - 
a future framed without validity 
as if no soul has ever been aware. 

I slip and slide while runnin' in a rut 
still hopin' I won't land upon my back. 
I'm just a jester with a stuttered strut 
who lives to fill his life with what it lacks. 

I guess it's time to slip away and leave - 
been here and there so now I guess I'll go 
and find some new creative ways to weave 
some changes to my brain's eternal flow. 

one way I know to beat the blues today 
is groovin' down to my old boogie beat 
but I'm not breakin' any news your way 
'cause we know why and where like minded meet.
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