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Morning Malaise
Waking up with shreds of dreams
Phantasms pointing the wrong direction
Family snap shots catching fire
A childhood sweetheart turned whore
Escape attempts in Hell's own Mustang
The mountain road dropping off the map
Always running late, it seems
The patriarch sharpens his blade
Muttering that it's about time I showed my face
A blast of caffeine clears the fog
Disperses the demons that remain
Plates borne off with scrambled brains and ham
The muse wanders in, whining for some substance
But will settle for a few laughs
A salacious spill to appease her
The denouement she'll never see coming
A flash of incandescence
The black cloud billowing right over my head.
Art from Storm Crow Tavern
Phantasms pointing the wrong direction
Family snap shots catching fire
A childhood sweetheart turned whore
Escape attempts in Hell's own Mustang
The mountain road dropping off the map
Always running late, it seems
The patriarch sharpens his blade
Muttering that it's about time I showed my face
A blast of caffeine clears the fog
Disperses the demons that remain
Plates borne off with scrambled brains and ham
The muse wanders in, whining for some substance
But will settle for a few laughs
A salacious spill to appease her
The denouement she'll never see coming
A flash of incandescence
The black cloud billowing right over my head.
Art from Storm Crow Tavern
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