If I Had a Hammer

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Where was I

While I was there

For everything that ever happened in my life?

As if you could or should

 

Ask me for answers.

Maybe they gave you the wrong questions?

Maybe you misheard them,

Or were so fucked up yourself

 

As to encompass non compos mentis?

Was it the sunshine, Meursault,

That burned your vision blind

When you finally saw the light?

 

No worries,

It’s been know to happen.

Just keep sharpening your hammer

By beating a rhythm on the bars.

 

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