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MY CUP RUNNETH OVER
My jewel-lined cup runneth kindly over
So much so that I forget to drink
So much so that I forget to drink
Leaving me with an unquenchable thirst
And to slowly drown in my greed
And to slowly drown in my greed
I take my seat atop my gold-plated throne
Where I sit tall waiting and wonder
Where I sit tall waiting and wonder
Shall I pour this filled glass into the chalice of another?
Or, will I waste this fine wine as I have all the others?
Or, will I waste this fine wine as I have all the others?