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I am sober


When things are all impaired

your brain cannot compare

the things in life have all canged

in this one moemnet I lay

the "buzzng" bees inside my brain

block all the senses I claim

except I am the opposite I leave my life plain

The brain inside of my head is left unchanged

to stay this way my abilites are not disabled

I see straight and my mind is very stable.

The things you have to taste

are all a waste

Live life this way

and you will never experience dismay

the amount of bad for this ride

is hardly any to be contempt and satisfied

the gift of life is a special thing

do not touch anything that makes your brain ring

 

 

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