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Poem (on a January evening)
Home is where your heart is, they say
But did you ever have formulaDE to play?
Luck wasn't my lady tonight
Though I rolled that dice with all my might.
Tears in my eyes, my smile frozen
that's not what I wanted, nor chosen.
Universe might be filled with light,
funny, lots of darkness in the air tonight.
Others continue with their hard task,
FUCK IT, I don't cheer on, I was last!
That said, I'm, not bitter, I'm not sad
cherish the moments in the game I had.
Next thing to do is fucking clear,
I'll have a smoke, grab a beer.
Fuck it was good, enjoyed every puff
sorted out my thouhgts, pain and stuff.
Now my head is spinning, running wild
feeling like fucked up little, lonely child.
Come on y'all bitches, this is me
pull the head out of your ass, so you see.
Give me some of that heavyduty gopower
I'll slay you, throw you into fucking tower.
Humbly, I'll stop my ranting here
be aware, you cunts, I'll be back my dear.
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