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NOT
WORTH IT
Dedicated to rage
And the occasional taste of pain
When I injure my brain in an insane way
I think it’s safe to say, I have
A knack for the inane and I inundate
Everything that I say with hate, tied up with
A piece of tape, I meditate, skip the parade
Stay home and gape at the waste paper
Basket and ask it, do you have a clue? How are you?
And where do I find a new suit? It’s my
Duty in life to remain fulfilled, with every
Little vibe that I feel I make it real
Can’t say I haven’t mastered the profession
Of letting my hair down, I’m downtown
Cause that’s where all the mighty fine hos be around—EE YEAH
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I've changed my comments settings to allow for anyone to comment. All comments are welcome, even spineless potshots from anonymous posters. Please, by all means, give me the tongue lashing I so richly deserve. I promise not to hunt you down and melt your keyboard with my plasma cannon. I won't, however, promise not to pout and make that face you can't stand.