David Lee Poems

dead according to the feds
said I never should've fed the urge
to purge my organs of oxy-gen
Gen-osin (side) not that I mind
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I abuse booze to soothe mental bruises
sly fly in my real eyes
realize I'ze fly in the liez
lie by my fly in the sky
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I was a manic depressive
Now i'm just zoloft receptive
Zolost in my head
zoloft in my thoughts
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Jesus is a nobody
Nobody without everybody
We give him a body
we are creators
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It is death all it touches dies and fries
glam team, fix imperfection it's appearance is my only possession
it's profession is my last session
Don't mention your personal apprehention
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to much has been said
look ahead
look a head
stay away
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