Market my addiction
in a glossy magazine

Present to the proffesional
how you can get me clean

Fool the public with your concern
Hook the addict, catch the worm.

This wolf wants to blow this crack house down
Give me back my breath.

Employ me to implore them
To take but not to tell.

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Under this bridge
There is a crowd of coloured cans
Under this bridge
there is pools of bliss piss
Under this bridge
there are nests of needles
Under this bridge
I question every word you boldly print
With a sip and a frown
I enter the worlds of dreary men.

Not Long Left

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