I'M GONE
Dead like a monkey-bevel.
Bold as a broken bridge.
Raw as a red-meat sundae.
Gone like a shadow's ghost.
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But when I'm back, baby,
you'll be sorry then:
burned like a fen oasis.
Torn like a wrestler's cloak.
Ripped like a gym-school
fanatic. Moored like an
ogre's boat.
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