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HOOKED

i got holes
in my pockets,  
baby,  
and so the money's  
gone  
and cold as it  
gets  
this shit  
is what's good  
in life  
and, lord,  
you know  
and there ain't  
nothin'  
i wouldn't do  
for love  
and i love  
me some    
o' this shit  
'cause there  
aint nothin'  
i wouldn't do  
to feel nothin'  
and just let my  
boat drift  
down this river  
'til it sinks  
and me in it  
and, damn it, he's gone  
and she's gone  
and they gone  
'n' changed  
the locks  
and fuck 'em  
if they can't  
take a joke  
and fuck  
you too  
amen
Author's Note
For the current addiction comp.
Sweet as sugar laced with cyanide.
A cherry bomb in the mailbox on July 4th.
A rotten egg decorated for Easter.
Can't say I miss her.
Can't say I don't.
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