And how can
one go mad
Buttercup,
when one is already
crazier than a loon?
Does one get madder
through self-indulgence?
Pray tell me please,
put my mind at ease,
Buttercup.
Should I drink
a whole bottle of mezcal,
burn an ounce of herb or
snort a mountain of flake?
Oh, I do ache, Buttercup!
But should I
buy a Hummer,
spend my money
on frivolous things,
like endless raindrops?
Oh Buttercup,
how do you
keep your pain
in check?
Through
these
restless situations?
I think
methinks
not.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
And how can
one go mad
Buttercup,
when one is already
crazier than a loon?
Does one get madder
through self-indulgence?
Pray tell me please,
put my mind at ease,
Buttercup.
Should I drink
a whole bottle of mezcal,
burn an ounce of herb or
snort a mountain of flake?
Oh, I do ache, Buttercup!
But should I
buy a Hummer,
spend my money
on frivolous things,
like endless raindrops?
Oh Buttercup,
how do you
keep your pain
in check?
Through
these
restless situations?
I think
methinks
not.
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