evil me is finally forty
it isn’t fourty
even though that would be right
if it all made sense
like night after day and day after night
but listen up you little chumps
at this stage in the game
when you found no fortune, and found no fame
when you took your lumps in the gutter rain
you start to say wtf?
and call the good days dumb good luck.

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