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I need solace
just down time
in these hard times
repairing fractured moments
too heavy to carry
and too far
for me to walk
plus I got a hole in my shoes
no excuse made
Just keeping it real
Which is revolutionary nowadays
a welfare recipient of
hard luck
I'm calling it in
life is too unbearable
for greatness
achievements royalty
i mistake this
It's not happening
simply not happening
so I'm prepare for
pure destruction
is the pretense
for decades to come
the ultimate reward
of becoming a resident bum
initiate the numb.

(c) 2016 R.M.

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