Submarines
I walk into the bar
And all my enemies are standing there,
Gleaming, with beers raised up.
I feel a quaking sense of distrust.
Forgiveness is leagues away.
And then suddenly I'm in a submarine
And no one can hear me, and this is much worse.
And then I wake up.
And now the need to change my life is fierce.
It was the submarine.
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