There was nothing to complain about.
The good life was boring as shit.
He knew what he’d eat for dinner that night,
And he knew from what place he’d eat shit.
He knew he knew shit.
He knew they knew it.
He faked his way good.
Got tanned like he could.
But alas, he stood
To lose and he
Boozed like he
Had no tomorrow.
My god, the sorrow…
Awaiting him.
Baiting him.
There’s no tomorrow!
He could not borrow
From the future
Like you, sir.
And everyone does.
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