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The Way Out

Fired on a Tuesday
Walked home in the burning sun
Arrived with no one there
But a single letter
 
She took the dog
My Xbox and our newborn
Even the poster of Bryan Cranston
I kept on the fridge
 
The way out, is through
The way out, is through
 
She left me penniless
Good thing I don't have a temper
I'm too lazy to feel sorry  
For myself today
 
Wandered San Diego
Paid a stripper to take me home
Woke up beside my pants
In a chapel yard
 
The way out, is through
The way out, is through
 
So far from home
With a new porcelain wife  
She's got implants in the right places  
And younger than me
 
It could be worse
Never visited Vegas before
Might as well enjoy it while I'm here  
Guess I ended up on top
 
The way out, is through
The way out, is through
 
But which way back
Written by CarrionCrow44
Published | Edited 27th Sep 2017
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