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almost forgot the nights of piss and glitter
aw christened by lippman
i miss them
every time i go to work
riding on septa every morning
my 9-5 corporate
dull and boring
wet dreams of layin’ on the floor
so on the weekends i drink to excess
elegant progress
spiritual experiences
just missed from the night before
so throw me
the first bus ticket that you see
sick of the weekends
sick of the people
holed up in piles of laundry
i’ve been meaning to do
but it’d take too much time
is this the end
i’m having spooky dreams now
i think i might just lose it
everytime i hear the leaves
crumble ‘neath my shoes
so whatever happened to the engaged scholar?
the boy with potential
now its tired cycles
starin’ at trash on the floor
so throw me
the first bus ticket that you see
i gotta go home
just me
well-adjusted as can be
ah.
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