Menace of a Deaf Kid

from by Kevin MF King

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My lament for my weakness is a feast for the choir.
Bring a torch, bring a lantern, they/we are burning it down.
Is she better? She learned how to move a bit more.
Bring a chaser to my grave you phantom.
My loneliness can fill a jar, like a poor kids untied shoes make his feet sore.
I've been sent for the purpose of stating obvious lines to the choir.
Kettles black, i the pot can call that.
All I had has been sacrificed for a one time rant with the choir.
All I need is a sharpened edge to become anyone else than who I am.
I have spent all that I have earned so do me a favor....don't do me no favors.

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from Bed Rest Wine, released August 4, 2014

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