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Cheese box head Dicks and pussies Is all you eat And ketchup, relish the mustard That sticks in your fucking mustache And tells you what you ate the night before, in the morning You drunk bastard. People need more heroin. It is a preserver and Amsterdam and Vancouver are right One can eat, on heroin. Not get fat though just dark circles Running around the body but not the brain! Wasnít lookiní too good but feelin real well Keith sang. Burroughs lasted until 85 or so. Shit can I live? Too many die how they die donítí they know dosage levels? Or in the stupor do they forget and get greedy, wanting more more more Alcohol another panacea. Can only write poems on alcohol Canít see the keyboard to write more Iíll live they canít kill me I can and donít want to kill myself though. Enjoy and envoy Teach your children well. Blasted but still blasting. Bet you donít like this poem. Hypocrite. The oneís who donít smoke die in extreme sports.
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