My glib references fall on deaf eyes 

Beef jerky and testosterone won't save me.

When that <damn> spot reveals weaknesses

 

So, I soldier on

Comrades in arms

Godforsaken trenches

A tattoo to remind me:

Oblivion. Myth. 

 

That taste.  That smell. That sweet debauchery.

 

I hope you'll join me behind the curtain

Ive been told I'm a grey-eyed apt pupil.

 

Why not drive that haunted car

Beyond teenage heaven?

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