Paperback Cruelties
You say you don't love my
philosophy, but me.
But what am I but the
everything that I believe?
I'll still dance my song -
there's nothing wrong
in fighting for those passions that make me, and
yes, those who fail get trampled on,
yes those who flip the tails will
stomach the shot
of whiskey and coke from the rails.
Good men don't choke
loudly, and it's cowardly to run.
This game is seven-card stud.
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