Whiskey bar boys,
wake up with me before the midday sun,
and help me kill the contrast.
The comfort of the south is sweating instead of me.
How peculiar.
Thinking back,
I may have lied when I said I would be back soon.
Back before dark.
Don't worry for me,
I am a great gray English hare in a sea of pink eyed lab rabbits.
Oh, how the ocean churns.
It hurts to set her free, doesn't it?
It has to be done,
or she'll just strain for freedom all the more desperately.
In fact, push her away,
it will make her stay longer you know.
Come on lover boy,
burn down my family.
They don't taste as good anymore anyway.
If I could save one thing,
to take with me when I die,
It would be my left hand.
She and I never properly knew each other,
and I think the after life is a good time to learn about someone you have known all along.
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