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I Still Can't Believe the Depths I've Sunk To
U-boats patrolled the Atlantic, brave men if misguided
I sweat just thinking about all that ocean overhead
I'm sweating now not because I'm locked in a tin cylinder
It's because of what you've done to my head
I still can't believe the depths I've sunk to
I'm harassed and chided and regularly baited
I've become remiss about my personal hygiene
My professional standards hav...
Thursday 16th April 2020 12:47 pm
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