Life goes on (a thanks)

I would like to dedicate a few words to my good friends Steve and Robert. From the possibility of an emotionally irksome week, today they helped me see that life goes on. They continue to shape me for the better both externally (courtesy of Steve's fashion direction) and internally (Rob's philosophy). I am deeply in gratitude for all they have done and continue to do in my life. This is for them, with (brotherly) love.

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LIFE GOES ON (A THANKS)
Construction from evulsion

To thee and thou I express gratitude

In the way I only know how.

CUPCAKES

THESE WORDS ARE FOR HIM:
FUCK YOU
I'LL EAT THE
FUCKING CUPCAKES
MYSELF.

No Justice (I.U.P.G.)

On March 23rd I was arrested under mistaken identity and held in a police cell for four nights. Despite my innocence, I was verbally abused, sexually humiliated and held in contempt by those in charge. With no money, upon release I forced to hitch-hike 75 miles to Glossop.

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NO JUSTICE
(INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY)

No justice, no justice

I'm innocent I say.
Give us your name they say
I'm innocent I protest.
Where were you on this date they aggress
I'm innocent I cry.
Shackled they split my eye,
My innocent eye.

No justice, no justice

Groping they accuse,
In a loving relationship I prove.
Guilty they imply when
Innocent, am I.
For the crime of mistaken identity
A fiddling nonce I may become,
In the eyes of their justice.
Where's my justice?

Oh, Lucre

For without we sink
An audial abyss
That which doesn't attract
Fails in its reap
And ho-ho how low
We who doth preach
Nobody hears the band
Nobody hears the band
Oh, lucre