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Hell must be heartache
Plain and simple,
If I reincarnate
Give me a being
With a little less feeling,
Something cold,
Somewhere damp,
A mold maybe
Or an invertebrate
Seeing as how I've
Grown accustomed
Already to being spineless,
Define less
Because I often hear it's more
So this can be confusing
For the scores of gullible suckers
Claiming to be me,
I'm torn between being smart
And being well received,
Should I dumb myself down
To camouflage myself into a crowd
Of grown up fools,
Should I achieve more mentally
In time knowing that my friends
Are not what I thought
Slipping me in to alienation,
I'm confused by my state
And this is why I succomb to drink,
The only thing I think about then
Is what ingredients the zymergist
Used to create such taste and aroma,
It's hits me in waves,
That subtle release of dopamine,
The calming effects of alcohol hit
Before slowly building to distaste
For the vomatorium,

Slow moving vultures fill the barstools

all coming to collect their portions

but I'm seated in glacial reserve

finishing what I started

like my dad always taught me