Yes i beg for food if i thought you cared
i would send you my address
but i sleep in my car swollen feet
crampted of sleep
sneaking in to lawyers offices to post
these misives you ah have a care for
a poor caucasoid lost soul of a white
boy down on his molly malone musles..: : :)
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