Let me sell you a fraction of truth
slanted to fit the froth-rage box
you live in
I’ll dress it in grave tones,
even implicate a scapegoat
so your priapic blast
has a focus
I’ll use fonts from Comic Sans
to Times New Roman
to ensure you bite the hook
When you look in our mirror
the hate will be palatable,
tasty,
wholesome
and as we gorge we’ll starve
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 6:08 AM UTC
Let me sell you a fraction of truth
slanted to fit the froth-rage box
you live in
I’ll dress it in grave tones,
even implicate a scapegoat
so your priapic blast
has a focus
I’ll use fonts from Comic Sans
to Times New Roman
to ensure you bite the hook
When you look in our mirror
the hate will be palatable,
tasty,
wholesome
and as we gorge we’ll starve
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