Today, my ego is all bludgeoned
Sunday night massacre
Friday night to do, gone bloody blue
Ego, used to be all fancy pants
all loop dee doo
Now, she is feeling the turn of the screw.
This year's ego burns down escape routes
She is dragging her left over limbs
towards you.
Will any notice the flies that flew?
Will I find my top hat after this kaboom?
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