Aw, shit
Aw, shit
Really done gone and fucked it up this time,
Out on a limb, drop from the sky like a dime.
No, no, Don't get up.
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Just as you claim,
Antiquated notions of what is and is not are bunk,
Made-up nonsense in the face of anarchy.
Enemies lurk behind every corners,
Strike now and confirm your suspicion.
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Reach over and pour me a drink
Instead of filling your own cup.
Childish notions of propriety,
Hamhanded morality viewed with disdain.
Much has been said about what's in a name;
Ownership, passions, destinites, identities.
Nothing matters,
Don't mistake that for giving up.
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Aaron Richmond
I get bored and I write things. Sometimes they're good. Sometimes they're bad. Mostly they're things.
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Oooo, this was an awesome acrostic of your name! I enjoyed it!