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lions! tigers! and something that makes money I guess
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the farm
the spider crept beside her,
the rats played inside her!
dear god! how long has that body been laying here?
the maggots they creep just bellow
call it a circle, but I am seeing straight lines
call me unpractical but I could use a machete and a pitchfork
we are getting to the marrow
flowing down the straight and narrow
cannibalistic hallucinations
the vultures will love us some day
a habitat for humanity!
look honey those people playing just beyond the glass!
how crass
just the mass of a ship sinking
your going to say "what the fuck?"
scream "he had some meaning
but maybe its plain ol' knuckle dragging
and unhinged mouths blabbing
a screw loss captain"
but I will stammer, I well yelp
"those peglets get slaughtered, not for I but you"
