IM being thrown into a corner,
with a plastic gun or toy,
theres a ghost with a argument,
and a wall filled with noise.
AND THE WALL SAYS,
as long as you
use the f.word, get
drunk with your friends,
and stair at the
cheerleaders, your be
a hero to your wife,
kids, and friends.
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