The Basic Con
by Lew Welch
Those who can’t find anything to live for,
always invent something to die for.
Then they want the rest of us to
die for it, too.
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Don't steal my stuff, yo. That would be highly un-rockstarish of you, and then I'd have to hunt you down and kick your sorry ass. I don't want to have to do that.
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