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Fuck my mind is fudge;
stress and illness taking hold
and driving me nuts.
Reaching for coffee,
wanting a cheap cigarette
and tired of my ruts.
Endless fixations
are mere madness now while I’m
looking at a putz.
But I’m not impressed
by wangs, I’m wonderin’ who
brought fuckin’ donuts.
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