Fairy tale

Why, I’m scared of the silence. I’ll be the first
to admit it. So don’t go struttin like you know

something over me. I’m quite aware of my flaws,
and foibles, let me tell you

about the time with the blonde and bear. Quite an
adventure to say the least, to be fair.

There weren’t dragons, ’cause those don’t exist
but there was a girl and something else, lies,
seduction, parties gone amiss.

For a real story, not quick exposition, find a mix,
put on a tape; get some wine, let’s get liquored up.

But make sure your speakers are loud and reliant;
remember now, I’m scared of the silence.  

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