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Crushing Comp Way Back When

Strikes me as a
Lincoln log cabin havin'
Type of guy.
One with a removable roof.
Clear skies and booze.
Man vs. Self conflict of
Wanting to be by himself
And wanting the baddest bitch
All night, most nights.
Just a little bit
Of that loser pride.
Don't want love
'Cause that's a way of saying
You gotta cut back
On the drinking habit.
I'll buy my own booze,
Listen to your music,
Fuck,
And leave.
Free verse poetry verse free.
Charming darlin' having vocabulary.
Sweet guitar pickin'
Sniper swipin'
Throat grabbin' hands.
Chop my heart in half
With a wooden handled hatchet
And mend me with some of your
Random philosophical bullshit.
Choked on one of your
Dope ass lyrics.
Always knew that was the way
I wanted to go.
I'll be the rotten corpse
With a sick ass epitaph-
Some obscure punchline
With a plot twist.
Some sort of lovely nonsense.
Written by m_abbott1999 (Madi)
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