Whipped this up when I was under the influence of.. erm... air. Realized how ridiculous it was and thought i'd post it. Why not, right?
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It’s the prose that compose the shows
You modulate from the great to the affricate
Yet still your late,
Surely you’ll be early during the next
It reflects well in the text
Don’t pretend that your pure
The cure isn’t obscure but we shall endure
For the lesser of which dresser the switch
Refuses to, he chooses to, he loses to
The governing force that calls itself Gravity.
Weighted, debated, slated,
Grated cheese must say please
Before the sneeze say stay
The souls only goal must be coal
The diamonds don’t die-Almonds don’t try
They fill the window sill with the bills
Taxed from being relaxed it tracks you till
The shoe split, rough grit, tough ****
Shut up.
Drink from the cup that’s abrupt in its size
Realize that guys don’t like fries
We like lies.
What did this all mean?
Nothing.
Don’t pretend the world is deeper than it has to be. Thats just nonsensical.
Just see the beauty for what it is—Beautiful.
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