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Calling John Harvey

John holds a towel to his bruised up face another whisky soaked self inflicted haze He calls an ambulance, the only number he knows a prank call just for them to show He's angry at the world again the help he called for he starts threatening, They leave and he calls them right back a bit more chaos before a nap To the passerby he yells "I'm dying" If they knew him they'd know he is lying Into a cell he shall soon head some company, a free meal and bed He's not mad he just wants to waste time not believing it to be a crime, and the money that they say he's wasted is not his, so he's not exactly devastated Compulsive number dialing, out of hand a 'menace to society' or just a lonely old man ?

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