you shattered my illusions well, two can play at that game don’t tread on my stones I’m only setting my papers in order because you murdered me with innuendo and confectionery lies you tapped my wires rifled my drawers and embezzled my contents just for the malice in it
you took my anguish and fashioned it into nails then you pinioned me on charges no-one had ever heard of but don’t cry baby you were only doing your job and I was only doing mine my bones are heavy from your excuses you saw an opportunity the same size as your boots so you weighed in I might have done the same myself if I were a cunt
your new friends have hard junk faces wrinkled dead like burst balloons scary in their pit bull nightmares full of toothless bite and spit theirs is the zombie flesh rising some say it tastes like chicken but everybody knows it’s pork I’d zap ‘em all straight in the fucking brain pan rattle their sensitivities the alky villains who stole my coat looked just like you do lonesome confused and in search of another hit
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