Junk ‘n Stuff

Working late again
Mind’s full of stain
Roll with the punches
Smile for the roaches
Somewhere out there
Backstabber fill his share
No matter how this clown dances
Goddamn poets prevail with their trances
Competing with everything
Still In the end you see nothing

Roll with the punches
Smile for the roaches

(I miss my Idiot Box)

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