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P.A.P.E.R  C.L.I.P
I fall out again 
he is calling me 
bag of dicks.
Inside a wrong sector;
I've been dry so long,
Captain laughs at me
before kicking.
Rambling man;
I only see his boot when 
"getting cycled". 

As I lay there 
I dream about 
honey drippers
and spoonful 
My leg bleeds;
I don't mind. 

A dog barks in my face 
I am not surprised
since he spends too much 
time as a 
red-light ranger. 

Oh my, queer Jack,
Drape me in 
shrouds of heliospheric
current sheets.

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