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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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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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Writing without coffee and vanilla cream going out of my mind

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Writing out of my mind In short, its moving and I feel and sense the pain of loss. My loss crying in a dark secluded corner curled up on the wood floor dog licking my face sounds messed up no coffee left in my cup so the vanilla cream has no dream of swimming in that cup this is just messed up instead I’m going back to bed I give up! Continue reading Writing without coffee and vanilla cream going out of my mind