Oh! Do tell that fable over again!
And this time pretend
That’s not your ass
Hitting the floor
So bloody easy to lie off.
You hear the thud and, like we have not.
You smile without scramble
You saunter and amble
Like truth is a hill
Where guys like you kill
To stay on the top
While your top types rot
And you eat like we’re all made of matter.
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