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Jane / Jania rides again...

She broke both his elbows

Before she let him be.

Kicked in a few teeth

For her other prey

To find and see…

Jane cut a cops throat

Stuck his badge in his mouth

So he could lay dying

With all the reasons why…

She went to a hardcore punk show, later on that day.

(twelve bands

vs

twelve bucks)

Smoked some weed

Got into an argument

With a young socialist

About possibilities

For parliamentary politics.

Jane said

“Go back to yer books and get yerself a real ideology monkey boy!”

with his friends hanging onto his immaculate green dreadlocks, the boy started crying and ran away, presumably to call his twice divorced alcoholic parents for a ride home… Jane chased him down and with three swift kicks, broke some ribs as a lesson to him.

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