"To a Score Settled"

the moon hordes all the violins
the daylight hounds me with tubas
so don't fuck with me today, ok Fernand
let me drink through another stanza or two
and then let the rotting shelf life of my
last bet berate me
proceed with the Monte Cristo-ing
I don't smoke but I'll have another cigarette
I have been trusting and in so doing
have pledged myself it would seem
to these shackles
that's ok though
I'll learn to use them
Nothing up my sleeve and all that
do we understand each other?
good, now
let the true documentary begin

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