He licks the syringe, lets the metal tear his tongue;
Doesn’t care what time it is, just what age this is —
He says all politics is lies and all religion deception;
He claims he will live honestly,
Even if he has to die alone…
But he colors his hair
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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Well some things are of utmost importance clearly! 😉