Mr. Gout, I Presume.

Fuck you big time my old friend.

You just come to hurt me.

I placate and negotiate

To stop you roaming free.

Why your visit?

What I do?

To deserve your salt

In wounds anew.

You scrape through.

Me, I’m blue cause

I want you

To leave.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


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