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4/26/21 No Don't blow up my phone With nonsense Such hateful comments So quick to take things out of context On a nightly basis, I smoke and drink until I am unconscious While close and far from flying objects In a world full of harmless things or toxins The process is constant Not all grasp such a concept Got all these pals None of which are gals Why not? I got A good heart and soul, it isn't foul I'm wise like an owl Toward the moon I howl All the while remaining on the prowl I can't understand how Not a single woman cares about me now It's no rumor In it many find humor Always thinking that it makes them cooler They're so fast to call an honest man a loser In person or behind a computer Now I'm a drug user And alcohol abuser Struggling to establish success for my future Still I remain a trooper Only one to blame is myself No one else Truth be told It's getting old Taking it's toll Been feeling cold And falling into a black hole Struggling to get a grip and hold All the while not trying to fold Or be another who sold their soul Until I realized what I had to offer was gold Funny to you because you got all this money And are sitting there all comfy Like life is so lovely You don't know me at all, yet you're so quick to judge me I don't tolerate that behavior because it's ugly People like you I call a dummy Since you want to act all entitled and funky Don't be suprised if the outcome turns out bloody Never do I rely on being lucky I've got to stay at it, or I'll get rusty In multiple ways I'm hungry Continuing to study Yet to be a discovery They say there is something below and above me Without absolute proof, too many just believe I've always been trying to live sucker-free Close and far from shrubbery Always been in the coventry In a world with far too much puppetry

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