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"Chicken Pox & Lemonade"
by Jeph Johnson
Twelve,
chicken pox
and drinking lemonade
For himself
Jack makes a name
In the box,
of all trades
I go back to stake my claim
To my youth before I found
Aphrodisiacs in girls
There was truth all around
And maniacs ruled the world
I was bad,
but never caught
Boldly defeated
so I lusted
What all I had
I never got
Stole and cheated
and never got busted
Now for two cents less
and peace of mind
I go along with their proposal
A senseless lease
I loath to sign
I belong at their disposal
Now serving time
for their pleasure
I'll do all that they say
Call it a "crime"
and for good measure
Bow down my head all the way
But soon I'll relive my youth again
Picking scabs, sucking the rind
I may even give up on truth again
Ride cabs and leave 'em behind
