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I crashed my daddy's car
Into the cornerstore on Port and Pike and I
Bought a new pair of shades and a
Pack of watermelon gum
Let my alcoholism hide behind my
Smoking gun
Not the other way around

I let my tattoo peel off my
Shoulder blade, slide to the ground
Like he was eager, cracking his knuckles
Hoping he would die before I got too
Exhausted to care

I met a friend for dinner on
The Miracle Mile tonight, had a
Plate of nachos three pitchers of silence and a
Good friend
I laid them all to waste, about
Forty-three minutes
And seventeen seconds

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