Wesley Morin

I Was A Fool

I was borne in the soul of misery and I never had me a name... they just gave me a number when I was young... ***BANNED IN A HUNDRED THOUSAND COUNTRIES***






I traded my hand and drew another
Winner to the Ace
Cashed in my chips early and got pitbossed
Tossed from the premises
Crushed head
By my own Vice
Dust in a vase in the lobby
Dirt in a decade or less
Isn't this Nice?
Shameful waste of a once willful fool
Trampled in the stampede of lovers
fleeing your womb

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