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Gobshite Oracles
Eulogized, by a bottle of Snapple, I snap my garter as I
listen to Rachmaninoff and some gobshite oracles.
Through my mind's chimney top and cracks in my dark
stove pipe hat. Taking a shine, to the hermit in the mirror,
a "Weekend at Bernie's." Thinking that I am Poe. Another
drink, another blackout of a living corpse. Where the fuck
are my sunglasses get those frigging crows off my shutters.
Welcoming you my Fonzie moment.
listen to Rachmaninoff and some gobshite oracles.
Through my mind's chimney top and cracks in my dark
stove pipe hat. Taking a shine, to the hermit in the mirror,
a "Weekend at Bernie's." Thinking that I am Poe. Another
drink, another blackout of a living corpse. Where the fuck
are my sunglasses get those frigging crows off my shutters.
Welcoming you my Fonzie moment.
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