My name is Max-a-mil I swim amid the swill From rhymes I left behind In times not powered by the pills
I live in such lament So endless in descent And when it comes to languishing I set the precedent
My days are like a blur My cats will all concur That it is not from pleasure But from pain for which I purr
Awaiting my demise Through these tear sodden eyes With lies I must believe To breathe and…
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