By Wayne Jackson 1950-1989
No need to get laid.
No need for pencils or TV.
No need for life insurance, doctor bills, Playboy Magazines.
No need to put money into candy machines.
No need to eat anymore shit.
Tell them to job the job.
Tell them you’re going to live a shitless existence for awhile,
and to keep the world going without you for awhile.
I took a month off.
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