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My Poem by Jamie

Last night, I realised how great it can be To be sawing away When the entire town and even your parents Think your gay And happiness has long since Gone astray Sometimes it can be a lot of help To saw away. Sawing away takes my breath away Sawing away is here to stay Bed red crimson, seaping out of the crack Is this wound too deep, heart attack? My bedroom floor is covered in tissues Will mother know I've been abusing my dignity? Will she tell them all about my issues? Will she tell them all about the woe? Alas, alas, I don't care anymore Naked worries lost inside naked hoes I walk along beside a burial march Drinking cheap alcohol And potato chips made of starch But nothing will ever compare to sawing away... Sawing away, sawing away, If you're reading this you're probably thinking I'm gay But you couldn't be more wrong. I'm overly sensitive. I feel like crying at everything in nature. I wept last night at a owl I wept last night into a towel I wept last night at a dog I wept last night at a frog But I wouldn't be able to take any of it If it wasn't for my trusty saw. Saw, saw, saw and my problems are Gone, gone, gone. Fading forever into a pale white night Suddenly I realise that everything is shite And that nothing really matters and death will drive us apart Apart.. Apart. APART.

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