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21 January 2019

Societal Disease


















I started on the razzle
out of my fucking head
stumbling blindly onward
where angels feared to tread
but I didn’t fade away
I hung on by a thread
while the ladies of the parish
furnished me with bread

I had bills I couldn’t pay
and a monkey to appease
but that kind of generosity
meant I didn’t freeze
the truth is I was crawling
on my bloody knees
I was just another victim
of societal disease


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