The following is another track I can listen to on Spotify, but not find the words to on the Googles. Since this is a spoken word track, I feel pretty confident in transcribing it correctly.
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The poem:
I feel drunk all the time.
Jesus, it's beautiful.
Great mother of big apples, it is a pretty world.
You're a bastard, Mr. Death, and I wish you didn't have no look-in here.
I don't know how the rest of you feel,
But I feel drunk all the time
And I wish to hell I didn't have to die.
Oh, you're a lousy bastard, Mr. Death,
And I wish you didn't have no hand in this game,
Because it's too damn beautiful for anyone to die.
Rosalie Sorrels, 1933-2017
Bruce (Utah) Phillips, 1935-2008
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