At least, I did
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Shit, you think this is art,
don't even get me started,
on the ending that'll leave you broken hearted,
who the hell farted, cause god-damn this place stinks,
with a rumbling crowd, mumbling so loud I can't hear myself drink,
so I'm taking drags off this candle,
while I'm setting fire to checks reserved for those retired and putting their ashes in an urn on my mantle,
that's not all I can handle, I've got an extra arm,
and when I'm low on weapons I slit throats with my wit and charm,
but y'all aren't even listening, you just don't care,
that I've been sitting here so long that I've knitted you a sweater with my nose hair,
the glare off the windows puts the sun in my eyes,
I've got a spare second for your bimbos and a spare bullet for this gun on my side,
I never aim, I just point and click,
and empty a chamber or two, yeah, that'll do the trick,
but I ain't no magician hear to pull rabbits out yer ass,
I've got the whole kit n' caboodle locked up with the rest of my stash,
my collections, enough for a museum,
but I'm greedy so no one else gets to see 'em,
closed for business, your money's just no good here,
I'm sorry about the acid revealed in the litmus, but honey, lust couldn't be near,
nor far, nor existing at all,
please don't interpret my unanswered messages as stalling,
just stop calling,
don't bother me again,
but I have to, I'm in love with the pen,
I love to watch it draw blood on the blue lines,
and sneak past the red when I've got to more on my mind.
....well, at least, I did.
don't even get me started,
on the ending that'll leave you broken hearted,
who the hell farted, cause god-damn this place stinks,
with a rumbling crowd, mumbling so loud I can't hear myself drink,
so I'm taking drags off this candle,
while I'm setting fire to checks reserved for those retired and putting their ashes in an urn on my mantle,
that's not all I can handle, I've got an extra arm,
and when I'm low on weapons I slit throats with my wit and charm,
but y'all aren't even listening, you just don't care,
that I've been sitting here so long that I've knitted you a sweater with my nose hair,
the glare off the windows puts the sun in my eyes,
I've got a spare second for your bimbos and a spare bullet for this gun on my side,
I never aim, I just point and click,
and empty a chamber or two, yeah, that'll do the trick,
but I ain't no magician hear to pull rabbits out yer ass,
I've got the whole kit n' caboodle locked up with the rest of my stash,
my collections, enough for a museum,
but I'm greedy so no one else gets to see 'em,
closed for business, your money's just no good here,
I'm sorry about the acid revealed in the litmus, but honey, lust couldn't be near,
nor far, nor existing at all,
please don't interpret my unanswered messages as stalling,
just stop calling,
don't bother me again,
but I have to, I'm in love with the pen,
I love to watch it draw blood on the blue lines,
and sneak past the red when I've got to more on my mind.
....well, at least, I did.