“Why did she do it? ”
They all want to know
I have a shameful confession
I don’t really care
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In the beginning Man created the poem
And it was good
In the end Man saw what he had done
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For good or bad
All things work out
No matter what we do, don’t do
No matter if we do, don’t do
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I have never thought
How it would feel
To run a razor perpendicular to the vein
Cause only weak attention thirsty wanna-bees do it that way
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Some make it real hard
To not care about them and
Some make it real easy
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I wake with a jolt
From my world of zombies
And falling or things more sinister and seductive
To my existence
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