I spent my evenings in bars,
The pain is etched in my newest scars.
If you want the planet Mars,
I will give you two black cars.
Money always delights others,
Someone sells for them their father’s.
It’s better for me to be rude,
Friends will say that I’m good.
I leave without a bottle
It’s the best outcome for me.
There isn’t even a rattle
Or maybe I just can’t see.
My scars
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