shrinks by the dozen;
rehab with my cousin
a family curse
to ride in hearse
tag - I'm it!
now ain't this shit!
nobody left to share a hit
I'm a worthless two-bit, stinkin' whore,
beaten and branded, can't take no more.
"hope", a word, saved for the ill;
"death", painless, with my poisoned pill.
even sewer rats have a place to call "home"
mine'll be six feet under in freshly dug loam.
not a single back-stabbin' friend to call my own,
throat arched, dry gulp, eternal sleep, alone.






and give Stella a big kiss from Auntie Sue
and 

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