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The Boondoggles
I am one with no end
The rod that does not break nor bend
The proof of what can be life, the jagged knife that knows no strife
He who writhes in pain because he has foreseen the lies that someone must gain
A fleece coat, geese in a moat, which has made this choice into a mote in your eye
And I will lie with those who die for why must any guy abide this bleeding bride
Why oh why
The rod that does not break nor bend
The proof of what can be life, the jagged knife that knows no strife
He who writhes in pain because he has foreseen the lies that someone must gain
A fleece coat, geese in a moat, which has made this choice into a mote in your eye
And I will lie with those who die for why must any guy abide this bleeding bride
Why oh why
Published 15th Aug 2020
Author's Note
I was inspired after watching The Boondocks
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