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Why do we have so many names for poop?
Im back with a vengeance
feelin peachy, hope youre splendid
losing my damaged soul
to the red ones demented
legions of fiery fighters
the mental acumen blighters
when this anthem is over
youll empty all your lighters
Im wasting uncounted time
spitting broken heathen rhymes
wriggling through sodden fields
and encrusted with grime
the all say Im a loser
but in the paint Im a bruiser
spending all my pilfered cash
on ugly midnight cruisers
my music runs chromatic
and dissolves into languid static
Ill never lead the world
'less I slay the democratic
future flees my tenuous grasp
bitter winds steal a gasp
for the world still wont change
when I mutter and clasp
hands better suited for writing trash.
