28 days later
in chalet thirteen
my sugar levels
are up as I'm riding
cream-coloured ponies,
crisp apple strudels
and sweet thighs
whose
sweet sighs
throw out my cares,
so let's fly,
'cos I smell roses
but I hear flies.
"I know, let's
find a bum and kick him
till his dope falls out."
"no. just leave me alone"
"thank god I have nothing."
"when going through hell, just
keep going."
yes, yes
yes, no
yes
i'm always up for shaking bums down for their drugs. "eins, zwei, drei... lez roll this g.d. s.o.b..."
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