so no one struggles...
Camouflaged on the ground, no one there to help.
Broken frame, titled madness.
Something pressing....
Needs your HELP!
Down in the gutter,
filled with so many chemicals.
Give the guy a hand,
Left out in the woods all alone.
Tis the season...salad hands,
Train coils around the shoes...
To nowhere special,
hands not helping.
Gun barrels all around your head.
Faced plastered..poster on the billboards.
Frame still charbroiled...glasses fall off.
Give'em a hand.
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