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Ask the Magic Eight Ball
ASK THE MAGIC EIGHT BALL Tell me the truth Ask again. They say Time travels full speed ahead. I’m in love with the girl across the street. Perhaps, try again. One more time for the sake of magic give me a miracle a fast speed boat zipping across the water. Sailors can be sexy. I have to get a cute girl what she wants. That’s how I win. In the end I fish alone, whistling on a dock. L is for Loser. O is for Obvious failure. V is for Victory. I get back up after face planting on my bike. No I don’t stand a chance. There will be another girl to kiss and call doll-face. Ask again later. It’s later. I’m impatient and lonely. If I drink one more beer my belly will bulge. Give me a time capsule with my name on it. Call me, somebody. Please save me. I’m not asking for much. Eight ball says ask again later. Tell me the truth, am I too fat. Vision blurred, spinning, everything’s faster changing, roller-coaster to hell. I want my soul back. Throw me a life vest, a ray of hope, discard previous outlook. Tell me some good news. Will she miss me if I float my sorrows in the lake were we first kissed. Answer: Yes, unload the barrel. E is for Every reason we exist, carry on. You are happy deep down.
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