a poem for ed

I watch my hours running out
days hiding behind nights
one moon compared to seven
I saw five not eleven !
and I got it all figured out
I'll spend my christmas here with my teddy tight
sleep all day and smoke all night
but yet nothing will be as it´s used to

get em drapes all down
to hide behind one
loveacts turning to catfights
I cant get enought of this one
smoke all day and fuck all night
guess everything will turn allright

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