The Fiend

Posted: May 23, 2010 in Word
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My craving for a Dr Pepper has just reached an all time high. Damn country…can’t find the damn thing in only one food-store chain and the specific stores that used to have it, don’t seem to sell it anymore, although the price tag is on the shelf. Dammit!

What does a guy have to do to get a Doctor Pepper around here? My kingdo….wait…..my soul for a Pepper! There! Can’t beat that bargain.

For me it’s the tedium, mass media, the heavy glare
Graffiti and it’s the broken glass everywhere
Stress complex, the pressure in ex-projects
Bad news and taboos, women as sex objects
Nipple slips, the price of gas, twice as fast, triple flips
Making crack, my aching back and crippled hips

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Comments
  1. msh says:

    Dude it’s just a softdrink, bearing the name of a famous gynecologist 😀

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