Time is running out on me, not vice-versa.
It's not a death sentence, but it jus may be
The sentence they say right b'fore We Dai.
Notice nobody mine celebrating if it's over.
But the young keep up they treachery; dis
-dain or obsequiousness odda two choices.
They handicapped as zygotes in a fas wurl,
Dragging they bluddie chords, and notice h
-ow we godda bree dey sent t'bleev o relax.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
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