The words scar and never heal
The nights stars
Are half lit,
Cut backs,
The light at the end of the tunnel dimmed.
No matter the games rigged,
It's past your bedtime
Pass go and don't collect £200.
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The dehydrated working class poet. Not afraid to admit I'm wrong. Just hard being wrong for so long.
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- Second chance at the cash Machine.
- Nothing like a tear in the eye goodbye
- The fact of fiction!
- The weight of ticking clocks
- Retired too late
- Leave the light on, just for a minute.
- You have to eat your dinner or no pudding
- The first heartbreak of the summer
- The heart break that keeps on giving
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About Me
- Crappo the Clown
- East Belfast, United Kingdom
- I like dancein on tables and gettin drunk, drunk enought to fall and stumble, to know im lost and feel its ok to mumble. time takes to long so im tryin to express how i feel. but the question is always there is any of this real?
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