In the Pub
Sitting in the pub,
Spending painfully-panned-gold,
Thinking about making money;
What a shame:
Money making ain't thinking about me.
Last night,
Love was good:
The plastic was foul,
We had to let go of all;
Fear is a useless emotion:
Reality is frightful.
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