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Writer's Cramp |
| You could ... Do away with your boss, It would only take a cough, Say goodbye to your lover, Send him back to his mother. Create a new kind of poison, Use it for doing the boys in, Do some target practise, Raise a giant cactus. Decorate the living room With blood from a virgin's womb, Sharpen knives, polish guns, Watch the CCTV reruns Of your previous crimes. And when midnight chimes, Leave your shelter A hundred times. Not quite fifteen? Got something to say? You never know, You might meet me one day ... 21 lines |