Slowly you told me, I was beautiful and not you
I wanted to punch you in the face
Instead I jumped straight into your lap
Like some pussy. Never mind
One day music can rock this sad shit
Into a white sock. Hurl it at neighbors
Knowing in the hovering raisins
Of flying musical turds every which way
I will stick my nose in majestic and arrogant
What it sounds like.
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