Buddy saw his own death
In his lovelies eyes.
She could slit his throat right now
Clean Up on every isle!
And when blood boils
It smells like shit
And people turn their gaze to fit
That life without turmoil
We’re buying fucking groceries
And madam, please…!
Gather up yer shit.
Curb throwing fit
Get down to filling that basket.
Just fill, don’t blow a gasket
Cause you are wrong
Complain so strongly
No waiters Karen nuff to
Pay more attention to you
Scared me after forty years,
I’ve never scene that side of you…
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