This game
Is an assholes game
Swift and tart
Always together
But solely apart

It rips and tears
For flesh it burns
Sweet it may seem
But hells not rain

For it’s tearing at the seams
Of a jacket or coat
Worn by day
Thrown by night
This shits over
My day is done

Don’t expect me
To lay here fool
Because I’m not dumb
No hound would play
This game anyway

 
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