Buddy knew
Everything he said
Could and would be used against him.
Every damn complaint, every hell no I ain’t,
Every bad picture he painted
They all get used against him.
And the stuff he does so nice?
Does it get brought up twice?
Or just like wedding rice
Gets thrown away.
Will Akashic play
My kind words back to me
When I am finally free
To set that path
That makes me laugh
And words do not exist
To be used against me.
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