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Contemplations of a Stupid drunk redneck in a trailer

By Neurosine

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

I sit, trailer trash, the comfort of predetermined failure. Fuck I don't have to try, God I've failed. But Jesus still loves me. I'll have a beer in his name. He'll love me just the same. What I'd do for his deal, mistaken for a sacrifice. If I had a ticket to heaven, I'd bleed fearless honor, the most cool cucumber martyr, no more hot sand, deluded groupies and the constant persecution by cowards in power. Just heaven and a moment of pain. If I had that deal I'd check out right now. Anyone who believed in heaven should. just one more cheat, a spit of sin in an ocean of chasing desires. Why not? Where's the Drano? Written January 1st, 2002 © on Jan 01 2002 11:28 AM PST, Neurosine    0 • 1

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