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! 😉
Are you alright? Be honest.
I am. Occasionally overwhelmed, but who isn’t?
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