Dharma-Discharge: intro poem.

        1
Counting cigarette butts,
one more moment counted away.
where the doors are locked and shut
with little pleasure in exchange.

        2
Don't look me in the eye, when it hurts.
What is wrong with him whispered but blunt.
so full of dirt I have no worth,
calling me alone a worthless cunt

        3
many hours wasted gambling
and I want to yell at who is in charge
but the words scream tumbling
it's all just a dharma-discharge

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