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IT WAS PROFOUND FOR A NANOSECOND BEFORE THE PITY KICKED IN

Lazy has a face
Frequently it’s
All but over
Like the realest thing
Of all time
More big more
Brutal than two
Of those lozenges
That never work
You know the type
Talk talk talk
But you couldn’t
Count on one
Hand the help
There is nothing
Sometimes
Not one thing
It’s perfect to be
On your own
Flapping in the breeze
Just a cocktail
Napkin up against
Your privates
They like you
Like that
Tired and aghast
So when
They call you
On your deeds
You’re dead



Posted 09/28/15
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