If you have been inspired
by this chicken scratch
that came from this lad
drunk and tired
you need to find a hobby
or a job
or killed in a restaraunt lobby
by a grudge holding mob
or maybe just a reason to sob
find your love
find your hate
find your freedom
find your gate
because it is never too late
you're not a porelin plate
J.R.B. :)
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