May 17, 2025
More in Early Bytes: 1982-2003 Sardine Man
Sitting on a slow train to nowhere, sniffing my nicotine stained fingers. Hungry, sick ,sore, crammed. Yeah, I'm a sardine man. Nothing better, feels great, not. Wish I had a M16, barking loud as I fire into the crowd. Hail, all hail the sardine man. He can't take it anymore, so why should you. Come on , raise your hand, if you're lucky he'll see you and shoot. © 1995, Mosquitobyte
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