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Look “Gloomy Sunday”

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World grief Evidence of death Nothing new Epidemic of suicides Nobody ever confides Its a state of mind Very very cruel and unkind A disease of the Healthy and wealthy Time after time Misunderstood geniuses Sons and daughters At least nobody let slaughters Stop the world Many Gloomy Sundays Contributed to the blues Nobody believed the news Except “Billie Holiday and Etta James” They sung the blues That caused emotions Laughing and crying Sobbing and dying Jumping and diving Continue reading Look “Gloomy Sunday”

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The old biker guy

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A rough-looking bearded gray-haired old man Stands up in church And yells “Fucking aye” While everyone else is saying “Amen” “Right on “blessed art thou” And then the  rough looking bearded gray-haired old man Still standing Yells “Shit happens pastor” “Fuck them losers” “And fuck the devil too” Continue reading The old biker guy

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Punk Junk

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Punk junk Guns and bullets Thugs and gold Hugs the old The young-bloods Bloodsucking Money grubbing Money for free Only worried about me Knives To cut lives To cut ties Life filled with Lies lies lies Punk junk Ink and needles Dope and coke Meth and tea Noted not for me Baby mama drama outta control A white slipper A black suit Suits you Not me Soups on you Not me Wanna be gangsters Just players Players wanting To be in the Limelight At any cost including Freedom Punk junk Ratty tin-tin cars Eating junk food Living in the hood … Continue reading Punk Junk

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Polite society

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Polite society Go flock yourself Get the flock outta here Up yours Here’s your sign Shut up Piss off Move it You can’t sit here Go dutch man Beggars are now selective Not my problem Whatever Talk to the hand Shut you’re pie hole Six in one hand and a half dozen in the other Deer eyed Deer eyes Teared eyes No eyes The wheel of life Continue reading Polite society

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Easy come easy go

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Easy come Easy go I threw it All away Today So carry on My time Has come The wind Begins to blow My life As I See it Is at It’s all Time low Let me be Forget about me I will walk Until the sets No further So you can’t See me So please just Forget about me. Because nothing Really matters to me Anymore So close That door Continue reading Easy come easy go