Buster
Buster
I'm beat up like an old dog.
My name is Buster.
I think I'm 84 in your years.
I have stories that would curl your toes!
I've had good luck and bad.
I've been with lovely bitches
and bitches from hell.
I limp from a go cart incident
but I refuse to let it define me.
I've known cruelty and kindness.
I hope for a painless death
and a fair judgement in the end.
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