Happiness Is the lofty forgotten Bitch
to which Ethics writes now.
Walk into the room
"They want no drink or money"
playing on the 78,
there a crazed redneck
huge and massive,
golden mane
mirror on his arm and a
growl on his lip, a snarl in his eye
"Get Tha Fuck Out"
So sayeth the meth addict in the next stall...
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