Criminal
O Criminal
This deceit you leak reeks
Of sour lemons and urination.

Criminal
O Criminal
This pride you flood smells
Of blueberries and broken dreams

Criminal
O Criminal
These miracles you bring leave a miasma
Of grape Faygo and suffering souls

Criminal
O Criminal
The peace I bring leaves an aroma
Of blue raspberry popsicles and lonely depression

Eros
Someone who tastes like
Ramune and Faygo, smells
Like Shenandoah

Mania
Waiting for six months
Only to find that you are
Eighteen and fourteen

Philia
Eyes just like snowmelt
Soft, cool, and fresh in the spring
Small signs of some hope

Ludus
A homecoming dance
Bumping bodies in a crowd
When your date ditches

Agape
The news surrounds us
Against suburban ap'thy
We are fighting back

Storge
Speaking of the sea
Advanced chemistry, and of
Secrets kept from mom

Pragma
One year of dating
But the sun and earth go back
Farther than we do

Philautia
Maybe we'll see it
Like a rose blooming forth from
Torrential blizzards

Baddie brains blown out hick-up pick up picky pick up lines hirried stubbling drained from the gum. Yes tis gum from the stuomuch that you swallowed for month because I just loved the way you ***** ***. I'm sick.
I puked.
I puked?
I started runnning the walts of Conan the quenched dominator beefing with minny mouse for spanking mickey. He sipps mickeys just so you know I'm holy dust, sike. I wish I washed my mouth month before I ate the groomed flappy fingered fizzathered lips of Haley Jade. I wish I had a ******. ****. Nut after nut and after this nut  another nut and a nut a then the knux cause she got the **** crumbling runs rinse me in Faygo cause these Jugglalos have hair I love to get the stow in jars from a far, because I farted. Beanie I ******* farting who started this ******* fricken flame flare Jack Keoroac couldn't spit enough spirts to-at-alley trickling pink pavement funds that freed Zepplin.

We’re the kids in the dark, we’re the kids in the dark, we're the kids in the dark.
We're the kids with those loud voices when we’re yelling at members of our dysfunctional family walking down the street.
We're the kids in the dark, we're the kids in the dark, we’re the kids in the dark.
We're the kids that take that late night drive and just laugh until one of us *** our pants.
We stay out for hours, we take midnight trips to the park, just swinging the night away (shhh don’t tell mom.)
We're the kids in the dark, we're the kids in the dark, we're the kids in the dark.
We’re those kids that spent most of our nights outside watching old movies on a projector and a sheet. (Just had to wake up early the next morning for summer school)
We're the kids in the dark, we're the misfits in the light, we’re the losers in love.
I’m that kid in the dark that got to experience his first kiss. It was a scary, beautiful moment that brought me out of the dark.
We're the kids in the dark, we're the kids in the dark, we’re the kids in the dark.
We’re the kids that got to stand in a dark while that stage was loudly lit with those Insane clowns up on stage.
We’re the kids in the dark, we’re the kids in the dark, we’re the kids in the dark.
We’re those kids that were showered in flying, fizzing Faygo.
We’re the kids in the dark, we’re the kids in the dark, we’re the kids in the dark.
We’re the kids that felt like we didn’t have to fight for our rights for nights on end.
We’re the kids that would ignite the light every night to lose our sight.
We’re the kids in the dark.

Faygo and ******* **** and a little braded naughty nancy who ain't really named nancy Tom Clansy sheets nasty. ***** nasty. Sheets nasty thats frequent from the New York jogger flopping floppy frogger. She stunk like hose water pan handling cleanly. Oh and touch my weeny weeny from the scene where Scheen bees. Hurt my hind haunches like the stank from the seat where old Ponch sits. Cooties grissle cookies wish, I wished yes betch I ****** up I bet-cha you're a ******* **** that facades as a proof fan because my homie used to use my Moving Van, but ****** I don't know your crow's feet until. Well.Well. Well know until this thesis because I wanted to write how more I **** **** with Rechard Simmons on the Weeknd's Porsche hood with permission because we isn't weight bizz-nitch. I'm itching Oren Ishy Iishi can you open up the crusty crumble, Wait I waxed my *******. ******* waste on bleach. I ******* bleached her *** buster with more catching up then mustard sauce. **** your Oddity I'll grab enough ***** from Fun-yun bags that reak fathered pharamones. Oh. I moaned Oh. Oh. Oh. I moaned.