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Short is life

Filled with things

Who knows what for

I’ll never earn my wings

 

I think I fulfilled my knowledge

By the age of nine

I guess I could better myself

If I could expand my mind

 

Some new kind of thrill

Need what I ain’t had

Some new kind of rush

I need to go crazy mad

 

Like a child sucks their mom

Like your daughter eating Jill

This guy needs

Some new kind of thrill

 

I’m looking, I’m searching

I want something never had before

I’m looking, I’m searching

Something greater then a $5 dollar whore

 

A new kind of thrill

Dangerous, with the intent to kill

A new kind of thrill

This poem required very little skill

 

Piss off!

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