still in bed I think it might be three pm
can't get up won't get up
an evening of writing
an evening of reading
can you tell
watching poor country boys kill and die
while even poorer foreigners watch their country crumble
and no one cares
thats right talk a lot of platitudes
but no one really gives a fuck
let them fight let them die
just don't fucking get in the way of my christmas shopping
still writing still reading
I know you don't you care
I am having a hard time caring myself
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