Milkshake Struggle A hoarse voice interrupted my daydream , from eating caviar in a grand hotel , to receiving great massages in hot salons on my soar back , to having hundreds of families with hundreds of mistresses , keeping everything under control , with a well known smirk undoubtful . I raise a hand , with sniffly nasal caves to hairy hand shaking while I throb ," Me , it's mine " . I drag myself off the cold rusted chair and towards the counter , bedazzlement grows on my face of retard . I grab my milkshake and pay off the garcon that pooh poohes alot and walk away for another bad day .
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