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. Stubbornness is next to godliness As morning prayers Like evening ones spoken before Falls on deaf or non-existent ears And pain continues it’s early morning ritual Of Black coffee and too many Vicadins After rousting me From sleeps kind release once again I put pen to paper To write of life’s sweet mysteries Soured by this burden Hanged round my neck By some drunken bitch On a martini for lunch bunch binge Behind the wheel of my new destiny Crafted in a moment of flying glass Broken bones and bent metal The fuckin’ whore I’d wish her to hell If I thought someone was listening
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