Crap Addict - Poem by David Burnside
When you're called crap everyday.
You begin to act as if you are that way.
You do what they say you do. You cheat you lie.
You just don't give a damn if you live or die.
Why is there a fight? A fight everyday.
Seems easier to most to live thier life that way.
It's you. It's you. Thats all I ever here.
Well it just ain't me bitch! (Sorry) I mean it just
ain't me dear.
OK you win, I fricking give up.
It's me and never you, so i'll just shut the hell up.
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