.What is left of me sits burning in the bottom of this ashtray.
I'm an ugly mess, I'm full of it, and I'm a lame excuse for a poet.
It really all comes down to my love for misfortune.
A weak stomach and a mouthful of bad intentions.
Watch your mouth!
Cause I'm the son of a gun, tempt .
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