.Well they paid him the advance,
And waited for the book.
But the writer didn't care none,
No he didn't give a F. F. F. F.
Fortune squandered,
He's drugged up bad.
They called him insane,
The called him a fag.
Somewhere in the city,
Unanswered prayers.
Som.
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