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That last nail goes into your coffin with a ten cent text message,
Do you feel cheap?
I tell you it should have cost me eight cents
My phone didn't deem you worth a "new message"beep.

It was five years you haunted me,
No wait- make that half of one,
And had five actually acrued,
It could have ended messy with a gun.

The sound of a crack is beautiful
The pattern of this break is true
The fact you would rather be-
Stupid drunk, falling through ice, than my friend,
Speaks volumes about you.

I wonded if you learned a lesson from the time you rolled your car,
Your answer crystle clear by your need to dumb down for the masses,
I'm sure you'll recover fine,
Just remember to wear your poser glasses.



megan joy