WHAT AWAITS YOU
Your countenance, all so
smug
I dismiss it with a
shrug
As your beer you chug-a-
lug
I match you with my coffee
mug
Danger, maybe, that's your
drug
With all your art you're still a
thug.
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You caught me in that hole I
dug
The one I deepened like a
bug
Thought you'd save me with a
tug
Perhaps the dirt you'd help me
lug?
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I left you there, with your
jug
While I went to buy my
Ug
My No Hope an ugly
pug
The hole in my heart, no one could
plug.
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But you toss me on the
rug
And drink me in, glug-glug-
glug
What awaits you is a
hug.
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