Killing costs at least a buck.
Laugh until you drop.
I promise I will, too.
Look, at spiral eyes, tight
as the end of your wife's
life with you.
Boy bitch, you thought
me the hippie with the didgeridoo.
Eat me, drink me,
break me in two. My mouth
fooled so many of you.
Soaking in senseless
need, you're a pair
to stare that hard.
You envy me mine.
Take my eyelids
and pay me attention.
I'm too much to mention.
Shoot me through the walls --
all I wanted was a clue,
your excuse.
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