Mama, please come pick me up
My friends are all talking about nothing important
Mama, please come pick me up
The price of booze went up and I just can't afford it
Mama, tell me, are you close?
I've got a dream but not the means to support it
Mama, please come pick me up
These so-and-so's don't share my views on politics.
Mama, please come pick me up
I don't feel safe with these men from the internet
Mama, please come pick me up
Half of my friends are waking up from the comphet
Mama, tell me, are you close?
Don't have enough money for my antidepressants
Mama, please come pick me up
Can't shake the fear of this new government.
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New England Poet
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By New England Poet 2 years ago in Poets
Killing him slowly
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