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Garbage Day
The trash can is full of empties
And it's nothing to be proud of
Like the God damned shroud of Turin;
I'm a fraud and it's getting old.
I know that there's a cure and
It isn't something that's sold.
I wish I could be pure again
And that my heart didn't feel so cold.
I only know that I can use some change
That only I have the power to make
Though anyone else that feels this shame
Could easily say the same.
And it's nothing to be proud of
Like the God damned shroud of Turin;
I'm a fraud and it's getting old.
I know that there's a cure and
It isn't something that's sold.
I wish I could be pure again
And that my heart didn't feel so cold.
I only know that I can use some change
That only I have the power to make
Though anyone else that feels this shame
Could easily say the same.
Published 13th May 2015
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Anonymous
13th May 2015 8:01pm
i'd drink to that... but it's probably defeating the purpose
13th May 2015 8:11pm
14th May 2015 1:23am
What? No recycling? This kind of purity is hard to come by, long gone for most. Have to go all the way back to childhood. Otherwise, some shame is the name of the game.
14th May 2015 3:24am
14th May 2015 2:30am
hey we are all like computers -
garbage in = garbage out - but there is always an escape key :-)
you just keep getting better :-)
garbage in = garbage out - but there is always an escape key :-)
you just keep getting better :-)
