we’re all of us tethered to the same parked car gullible imbeciles overfed and entertained it was a barrel load in the bygone but now it makes my bones ache and I’ve been running on vapours these last ten million miles I’ve seen road kill with more juice than I got I’d better buck up my ideas
sharpish or they’ll pension me off
to the judas goat he don’t read no
bedtime stories he renders meat from
chumps like me
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