in the middle of the galaxy
timmy buys a bottle of rye
sits back on a bar stool
looks out the window at the sky
thinks about his travels
how the universe is simply queer
every planet he traveled to
he was sadly already there
timmy remembers his girlfriend
keeping him locked up in the shed
timmy remembers his father
keeping him locked up in his head
timmy remembers the private school
the fuckers really locked him up there
and if the truth be truly known
timmy was locked up everywhere
timmy has another glass
then another glass as well
hopes to drown a nagging voice
and the fires of hell
timmy finishes the bottle
and walks out through the door
then he walks back in again
and has himself some more
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