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Quick thoughts, fast bullet.
Someone said,
With a gun to your head,
You can say, no sweat, you're
Worth your bread.
Give us this day, our penny,
Our shoes full of lead,
Knees at the buckle,
At the bubble, plenty
The toil. The trouble,
Don't end my life.
I'm worth the breath,
I'm more than many, the strength,
The bed. The effortless chuckle,
Always steady,
No, not the knife!
The gun's your friend,
Your gun is ready.
Last words, "I'm worth-"
The end.
With a gun to your head,
You can say, no sweat, you're
Worth your bread.
Give us this day, our penny,
Our shoes full of lead,
Knees at the buckle,
At the bubble, plenty
The toil. The trouble,
Don't end my life.
I'm worth the breath,
I'm more than many, the strength,
The bed. The effortless chuckle,
Always steady,
No, not the knife!
The gun's your friend,
Your gun is ready.
Last words, "I'm worth-"
The end.
Published 2nd Mar 2010
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