Sign the guest book on the way out

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I know you can do this
lose your shit in my poems
blow up my lyrics
like lines through a nose
who knows
I know
I rose 
up from the gutter
gotta father I love
can't stand
my fucking mother
now you're strolling by
a pair of eyes
you wanna try a few words
on for their size 
roll around in my rhymes
then you walk on by
a lyrical voyeur
yeah, been there 
saw that
you're not here to please 'em
all them poets and they know it's
not for your eyes only
ain't looking for praise
this ain't no school yard show and tell me
don't give a shit what you think
my poems own me
stop by anytime
sign the guest book on the way out
let me know you were here
take a piece out
sign right there 
"I love it, I hate it, I was here"
(I care)

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