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Every year it gets harder to just live.

Everything worth living for,

will fucking kill you,

I think the statisticians would tell you that you if you

smoked an unfiltered camel,

followed that up with several rounds of bourbon,

with beer chasers for good measure,

ate a 48 oz porterhouse steak,

with cherry pie a la mode and Irish Coffee and several more unfiltered camels for dessert,

then went home and had a nightcap of good strong port, topped off with laudanum,

you’d die instantly,

maybe so,

but you’d also die with a smile on your face.

Categories: Poetry
  1. August 6, 2010 at 6:56 am

    Thank gods we don’t live in the age of the opium dens or you’d be a goner for sure.

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