| abstract | - I beg all visitors that be, "Close the door and turn off the light." In the grip of ambivalence I've often winced and cried aloud. Asked to bestow but a few pence I've hid within this bedding shroud. Beyond this place of ruffled frills, Looms the horror of work and strife But while me mum is paying bills I'm freed to sleep away my life. It matters not that you berate, Or plead with me to set some goal, I am the master of my fate I am the captain of my soul. When, laughing, first I saw your pimpled face My tears could shake the spirits from their flask Those spirits played a joking little ace And drunken lust connived in me to ask While I was kissing you my eyes were closed From passion? No, from not wanting to see How bad my rep was surely to be hosed You kind of smell like drunken morning pee I want to leave and live inside a cave I wish I didn't know that you don't shave 'Til the record sales do dwindle away." Do not mow bleckly o'er that dust mite,
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