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untitled He said "I so hope to god you're wrong about this." "I hope to god you're wrong, and I hope to god I'm right" you gotta feel for the bit characters in all the great epics the characters who are slaughtered to make a thematic point more obvious these writers are fuckn butchers all those walk-on poor bastards run through with bayonets cos the paying public are too stupid to get the point the first time round I so hope to god you're wrong about this And I hope this isn't my final line And maybe it's a good thing that you move on Maybe its good To give up a life for the work To pick up his pieces Where you left them Just sweep them under the welcome rug And invite in next month's Guinea pig. Copyright Craig McDougall 1998 |
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