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our bodies are quilts
made of the shreds
we pull from everybody else
drawing **** for money
and expecting to get paid
wish i was a drug dealer *** **** nobody ***** with them
you give a man a gram of coke and you can bet your *** that you're getting paid
spend three hours on a tattoo and you don't get ****
like don't rip me off *****
i used the last of my supply on this
and i gotta get more
we're both poor here
but you said you had ten bucks
don't ******* short me
you got it tattooed on your ***
and i know you liked it
where's my ******* paycheck
i just want enough to buy dinner tonight
but ****
being an artist is less respected than being a *******
we **** for your pleasure
and only one gets tipped
what the ****
i gotta eat too
gotta pay off my debts
don't ******* stiff me
this ***** but i was angry so here have some word ***** i'm gonna keep drawing
my darling
looks at my unshaved legs
and looks at his
and sees little difference
because
he knows we are both human beings
and doesn't find my natural functions
a novelty
or a turn off
a lion out of the plains would be sick
walking tall in a marsh
with mud in his pretty mane?
no i don't think so.
fighter in the wrong land
fury in the wrong fist
turned inwards instead of to the wildebeest
cloven hooves at his ***
instead of teeth at their throats
proud proud lion
never be a gangster here
pull up that saggy skin and face the facts
you're in the wrong town now, kitten
more about me feeling wholly  out of place, though this one is delivered  with a more upbeat tone.
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