
The Flamethrower
It’s a harmless hobby really
On Monday nights I flirt with the coffee boy
(He rather likes men from what I see)
It’s a harmless hobby really
On Monday nights I flirt with the coffee boy
(He rather likes men from what I see)
Reason is such a sham,
Without the shape and tone
And hue of rhyme,
Feeling flawed as you
My affections were incomprehensible.
Politically incorrect.
All wrong.
It could be something.
Or nothing.
Or the rest of your life.
Prolonged isolation,
Home of the Brave
Sleep deprivation,
Land of the Free;
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