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January 2011 Possibly most obviously corrupted actuality,
a reality shattered by a post mortem fatality,
actually you had me with such seductive sexuality,
sincerely me, the boy you wished you could be with,
back in 9th grade, busy gettin laid,
a year before i sissied up when i thought i had it made,
clearly i was more a maid,
i cleaned up messed and i damn sure paid, woof woof,
i thought i had it rough,
something hidden deep down,
right under the fake smile lies a real frown,
elected by her emotions to remove my crown,
sorry girly but surely a queen can't be a clown,
don't act dramatic or look around confused,
you stole me, used me and refused,
sick enough of the twisted coughs fused together,
with an amusing arrangement of clouds that make it wetter,
only you can make it better.
