Don’t deplete our
savings
to save the likes of me
Morphine is expensive
locked up as you can see
Don’t hand out all our money
when things are looking grim
you needn’t even feed me
I don’t mind being slim
It’s not the bell that tolls for
me
it’s the trash truck that you hear
set me out along the curb
as soon as they are near
They’ll take me to
the landfill
where I can go in
peace
the flock of
lovely seagulls
can surely have a
feats
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