Thursday, May 13, 2010

Cop out.

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QUICK AND EASY

Quittin' shit
Just ain't it
That calms my anxious bones
Work gets done
Then time for fun
Keeps me from getting cold.
I tend to lose my mind you see
Purpose lacks, stare glaringly.
Holes burnt out of inside me,
This hot seat is last
Where you'll find me.
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