Now all sense of good

Now all sense of good
Things has gone from
Your mind and all
Your can think of is
The sky empty like a
Huge TV screen
The TV makes you feel
Sick, like too many
Chocolates, and now
The sky disappoints you
           Because it has less
                Action.
All you have left as a
Facsimile, of frascedence
Is cham pagne
& cocaine tanning. Beds & sleeping
Pills.


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