Another beer flood morning, and life in the land of misdirection,
with arms around a Barbie doll. Where did she leave her Ken?
When she wakes in this redneck trailer, the wind of despair will roar.
What did we do? What didn't we do?
Poor girl. I'm not sure I have anything in my remembrance of things past.
The trailer's a mess. Yeah. Probably a desert last night not the paradise I imagined.
After all, the sun looks drunk this morning.
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Author:
JDB (Pseudonym) (
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