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Mr Space Dog

Messed up Motherfucker

I’m a messed up motherfucker
pants around my knees
Hands around my ankles
Asking to release me please
 
Running naked through the forest
Cold wind rushing through my hair
Chased by nobody in specific
Asking why is all this fair
 
When left I go I stumble
At right I tend to fall
Which choice is the right one father?
Not sure which father to call
 
I’m a messed up motherfucker
Who stops to smell the rose
A messed up motherfucker
Seeking comfort in my prose

(2015)

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