**** all my thoughts with a blooming marigold
'Til I'm in knots, this way I won't grow old
Cover me in spots so I'm easy to fold
I've given up all of my household
Chance on my life with a roll of the dice
Trance, herbacide, my garden, so concise
Dance through the night as my room fills with gas
Idling by still alive, alas
With a turn of the key and a grade below
It's burning me and I walk so slow
A stern look; I'll be sure to have thrown
I've learned nothing but to lower my tone
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 4:03 PM UTC
**** all my thoughts with a blooming marigold
'Til I'm in knots, this way I won't grow old
Cover me in spots so I'm easy to fold
I've given up all of my household
Chance on my life with a roll of the dice
Trance, herbacide, my garden, so concise
Dance through the night as my room fills with gas
Idling by still alive, alas
With a turn of the key and a grade below
It's burning me and I walk so slow
A stern look; I'll be sure to have thrown
I've learned nothing but to lower my tone
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