Babbling Idiot Poem by Saul Palti
Babbling Idiot
As I eat my sweet
I have a cool sweat
like is pleasurable and bleak
its like getting into a fret
while I want to be so neat
life's little tantrums come
and go straight up the hole
but I bet it wont bother some
who will save your soul
from going to have a little fun
I like to drink and gamble
its much as a ramble
some tell lies to get
what they want
or use paper as an excuse
but I bet they lose
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