Amfibians

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We chase cigarettes with GT Cola.
We ignore the drugs...
Only long enough to not throw up.
We do this right. I'm in the mood to write.
That's right, they're in the mood to jam.
We stay up all night.
We barely sleep at day.
We are everything you're not, in every which way.
Hate us for what we have, but we're just glad it's not you.
You are an unfortunate glue we'd like to lose.
Please let us be.
Please let us breathe.
We need you to leave so that we can be free.
We don't want your time.
We don't need your company.
That you would just go, seems to be our greatest wish.
You are the shark in our school of fish.
We are tired of being the truck that you drive drunk.
Please do not call us.
Please do not write us.
If your issue's with me, then leave them alone.
We don't care if you are alone.
We will no longer be your skipping stone.
So goodbye.
Live. Die. Rot.
Just know that we care not.

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