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Junk (Free verse) by Bonehiss
Gotta hurry to the deal
Gotta make it to the score
Gotta move on to the pinch
What the hell is all this for?
Gotta grab all that you can
Gotta stack it on the pile
Gotta watch your every move
And live in fear all the while.
Gotta stick right to the plan
Gotta watch out for the man
Gotta try hard not to feel
Any love that might be real.
Gotta fight for what is right
Gotta give it all your might
Gotta learn how to defend
All your junk until the end.
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