Thats a nice story to tell
trickster on the corner
bleeding from hell
or is it my dark cellar
happy and ripe today
with joy I tell ya
for the good times play
as I fall in love with her
chasing the dragon
while my mellow fell
up and quickly gone
this chime does bell
ones fortune is rising
from the easy credit
for im hiding
my quick touch debit
if only I could quit my habit
of selling pieces of lies
I could run after the white rabbit
and sell my masterpiece the alibi
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I would like to translate this poem