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As The World Turns
Steven B. Smith

Slant the shade
Dim the blight
Dampen shame
Skim the light
Play the game
Place your blame
It's best to screw
Your partner right
No need to kiss
Or cuddle coo
Ain't making love
We gonna screw
Screw the good
Screw the weak
Screw the hood
Screw the meek
No good guy here
No humble geek
I do you ill
You touch my cheek
No turn of head
For second blow
I knee you now
I lay you low
I lay your life
I lay your wife
I lay your dog
I go hole hog
Don't mess with me
Don't you see
It's how I'm made
I don't work right
This step aside
For weaker scum
It ain't my stride
I'm different drum
I'm psycho cur
I'm whiskey fun
It don't occur
I'm making some
I do my do
I deal my deal
You slow my pace
Ain't no appeal
No human race
Can help you heal
For once I done
I be done deal
So call me ice
Pick to the heart
The darkened part

Steven B. Smith


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