Ruefull dimise
and a westside story
wrapped up in a sub roll
ready for 600 tries.

Incontingent death
way off from the dephs
inside twisting outside
like my unborn son
ready to take his first breath.

Hard lives
and sad stories
mixed together with the up beat
of broken down dance club
with the owner ready to pack up
because his strippers dont drive.

Bad songs
because the words dont fit
and the beat is off
tasting like a sour patch
and a theme consisting of
sorry half mad so longs.

Pissed off
and angry
because it was my life
not his
that got destroyed
and then thrown in the trash
all becuase i made a bad sub
cut off my son's first breath
killed the owner of a strip club
wrote some bad songs
and then all on top of that
it all ended in a real slow trot.
 
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