A fragile bullet,
aim for the head.
Twist torso for drama,
and laugh at the dead.
hahaha ha
NOT a emergency but
NOT a drill
life like a drug
in a sugar-dipped pill.
Growing in sub-cultures,
trash of the brain.
A paperbag suit
sadly rots in the rain.
(The only certainties being death and taxes,
I think I'll be a mortician.)
(Tax accountants are too boring.)












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trash of the brain.
A paperbag suit
sadly rots in the rain. - very powerful lines I like it. *runs to go look at your other works..*
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You are not responsible for anyone's happiness but your own.
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You are not responsible for anyone's happiness but your own.
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