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Its annoyance Anointed In pessimistic clairvoyance Its the avoidance Of the simplistic And stoical Components Its motion Less Ness In oceans Of lip service Its ***** potions For the passionate Its fake **** And face lifts Its abortions In portions Of subordinates As gifts In gifs Of gorgeous Ordinance Distorted In tortured Tapping Of the dead Its all the fame In shoving The pain Of loving In the oven Of stubborn Mothers Blubbering Under the covers With other men Its the omens Of the oh mans In roman Misnomers Of fortunate Misfortunes Torn From time Its the mine mine mines Confined To their own kind Pre signed In old blood Its consignment killers Its the drugs Its timeless thrillers Its the shrugs Its the thunder Plundering Structures Rattling out From under the bed Its all the thoughts In our heads Blaring The booms Of the tamed Its the assumed The restrained Its this tomb Of shame In doing The same Old **** again And again Its been Better Then again I grin When Cold Its when i should fold That i embolden Its all the No's Its blankets nose Its the cut blow And lack of flow Its fists and elbows As opposed To safety locks Its ******* flu shots Its everything That ****** me off Its the the stupid robots And the silly riot cops Fencing in the famished flocks Its the ***** And the ***** In plastic boxes Giving rocks Off Without us Its the gold pots And stacked stocks Locked From us Its the Rocks Inside my socks As they knock The blocks Of billy bobs Bobbling On the dash Its the harsh And its the rash Its inside the last Bastion Of dummassez passing Through the Blast radius. Alas Its the mass graves And the paved pools Of anyone who knew Anyone who stood Its all us fools As cool kids Knowing No show biz In soul **** Its in knowing this And ******** And barking At the moon Soon To swoon None I am peaking soon In looming threat Of lost concepts Slipping away Under the sun Electing to quit While im ahead Way back when It was fun Way back when It mattered Its a gun Shooting blather Blathering As a bladder Would Misanthropic And misunderstood A changed topic Knock on wood Bye is good Goodbye Told you Its implied In rite So Good night Until next time
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 2:59 AM UTC
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Its annoyance Anointed In pessimistic clairvoyance Its the avoidance Of the simplistic And stoical Components Its motion Less Ness In oceans Of lip service Its ***** potions For the passionate Its fake **** And face lifts Its abortions In portions Of subordinates As gifts In gifs Of gorgeous Ordinance Distorted In tortured Tapping Of the dead Its all the fame In shoving The pain Of loving In the oven Of stubborn Mothers Blubbering Under the covers With other men Its the omens Of the oh mans In roman Misnomers Of fortunate Misfortunes Torn From time Its the mine mine mines Confined To their own kind Pre signed In old blood Its consignment killers Its the drugs Its timeless thrillers Its the shrugs Its the thunder Plundering Structures Rattling out From under the bed Its all the thoughts In our heads Blaring The booms Of the tamed Its the assumed The restrained Its this tomb Of shame In doing The same Old **** again And again Its been Better Then again I grin When Cold Its when i should fold That i embolden Its all the No's Its blankets nose Its the cut blow And lack of flow Its fists and elbows As opposed To safety locks Its ******* flu shots Its everything That ****** me off Its the the stupid robots And the silly riot cops Fencing in the famished flocks Its the ***** And the ***** In plastic boxes Giving rocks Off Without us Its the gold pots And stacked stocks Locked From us Its the Rocks Inside my socks As they knock The blocks Of billy bobs Bobbling On the dash Its the harsh And its the rash Its inside the last Bastion Of dummassez passing Through the Blast radius. Alas Its the mass graves And the paved pools Of anyone who knew Anyone who stood Its all us fools As cool kids Knowing No show biz In soul **** Its in knowing this And ******** And barking At the moon Soon To swoon None I am peaking soon In looming threat Of lost concepts Slipping away Under the sun Electing to quit While im ahead Way back when It was fun Way back when It mattered Its a gun Shooting blather Blathering As a bladder Would Misanthropic And misunderstood A changed topic Knock on wood Bye is good Goodbye Told you Its implied In rite So Good night Until next time
Mikhael
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 2:59 AM UTC
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