![]() WorthlessA Poem by Oliver Silvermane
I've been told
that I am good for northing too many times now nothing seems to bother me I can just sit and drink my rum, roll a cigarette, light a match, and watch the caterpillars change into bright silk moths my life has served me well I have been discounted from the usual tragedies of human life
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