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[aid] => mick
[title] => DARK SOUL
[time] => 2002-08-20 20:08:48
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => I’m just a man
without a job. With an ugly face, a big fat slob. With a little d**k and no cigars. A hairy chest but no guitar. There’s nothing here one would desire. To make it worse, I am retired. I’m just a man no one could love. I should be shot, or from a bridge shoved. I really don’t care anymore to live. At my funeral they’ll dance carry on and laugh. At least they came to share, when alive they were nowhere. If I only had a gun, I could hurry, get it done. But a rope would just be fine, but i only could find twine. If I live another day, it’s just a hell that i must pay. For a wasted useless life, filled with pain and sin and strife. If you see my ugly face, then turn away in disgrace. I do it every day, at the mirror where I shave. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Robert_Edgar_Burns [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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