Rung from Endings by Torture Castle

Here’s my two cents, but you got the dollar.
Without these tattoos my dicks so much smaller.
Let me take off this high-vis jacket.
get a state pension and a one percent package.
Never been on time a day in my life,
Times when standing up right is a screaming fight. Tired of saying it’s going to get better, and falling in deeper and coming up wetter.
I’ve done it all for you and more, but everyday you still piss in the motherfucking floor.
Everyone moved away before I got to the door.
You can’t go home when your home is a vacant whore. It’s cold as fuck in this metal chair.
I fucking did it, I promise I care.
Whatever Jack is, Bruno’s on it, making millions. Meanwhile board members pay Jill six cents a word for crummy articles.

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