as i walk this land of broken dreams,
i have visions of many things.
and happiness is just an illusion, filled with sadness and confusion
-what becomes of the broken hearted;boy george




i have oscar on my neck,
and its singing to me.
trashy lyrics poured out consistently.
i have a throbbing headache
and its killing me
incessant pain dished out silently.
i have no cure for ailments i face
and its drowning me
happiness poured out
almost too readily

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