Yeah I can taste phlegm
Big penchant for them
All the grin men who
won't ever be true.
An ambivalent boy
Transmutes into a toy
Brain procrastinating
Please start excavating-
running far from indulgence,
and invisible poisons.
Men want to take you farther,
and your star they will smother.
Your id betrays you
Wisdom can't save you
Now, boy only just:
Finished-into dust.
Please tell me what you think
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J'adoooooooore! Srsly. You rock.



