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Best Poem of BEAU GOLDEN

Happy Dreams Of Murder

I'll tell you what is wrong with me
I hope you will not weep
Happy dreams of marder are enchanting my nights sleep

Nothing wakes me late at night sedatives stopped all that
I wouldn't even wake up if you hit me with a bat
My dreams are filled with bloodshed the massacre won't stop
I can't restrain the pleasure i gain from spilling every drop

I've killed the guys who've pissed me off every worthless sot
Killed Franks, and Jeffs, and many Bobs, and a guy whose name was Lott
My method is machine gun as they lined up in their cue
Perhaps they are all lawyers ...

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A turtle rarely peeks out of his shell
Don't want my neurosis I want to be well
It's dawning on me as i drive in the rain
I'm all alone once again

I'm a turtle who rarely looks out of his shell
I don't want to go crazy i want to get well
I don't want to find myself is a bore
I don't want to be alone again anymore

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