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please critique my stuff
IP:
It was monday mornin' up at dawn
yawnin' same old uniform im sportin'
Poptarts for breakfast same old
erectness this lifestyle is so infectious
head off pack some shelves
wish they'd unpack themselves
Doin' it to stand on my own two feet
just to make my ends meat
Come home to the same home grown
given that relaxed feeling to my dome
I spark an spark some more
till im seein hore's butt naked on my floor
Start driftin' into a deep sleep
drop the weed on my sofa seat man im beat
Wake up screamin am i in hell
with fuckin' forked demons? am i dreamin?
No! my house is on fire its all haywire
fire burning down my damn empire
Takin' a leap through the nearst window
faster than a ford pinto creating a winnow
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