Sit around doing nothing wanting all but needing nothing world is spinning around it goes spin world spin around God's toes what you see may not be all whats the point if nothing falls muddy streets and gangrene shoes dustbin treats and five cent booze clean my teeth dont touch my hair stew my bed fudge up my chair a burning deep within my throat rises bursts forth drown that boat what on earth could chew it all what on earth could make me crawl leave me alone i care not you leave me awake i fear not you.
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