I breath heavily and sit confidently.
Most of me is born of pain and the rest is taking the piss.
Shut up man.
if this aint poetry then you know where to go
because you won’t say it to my face
I can strip a shotgun
faster
faster
faster than you can strip a hooker
there is no end
dog ends witness the spiral silently
as I cling on and climb on to the gravy train.
No train I know runs on gravy.
Its savagely bad but I cant speak the write way
and I can’t right well neither
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