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Social Recliner By Steven L Herring Powder puff power trip Words are weapons and my two cents won't cost you a dime It's time Let's climb to the top of the digital podium and break this soapbox over the heads of anyone who would listen to the nickelodeon A quiet man lives a quiet life and I love him for it too Too many traps yammering and stuttering Stanley's clamoring Keep walking and you'll get **** on your shoe! Trust me I work for the government I'm just here to help you Grab a pen and pad and gather round the broken brick establishment We are the embodiment of eye stabbed with stick in Novembers and bitter winter cold in December's ice slick Sick and saddened summer's loss Incarcerated in a Bradburian wet dream in an endless loop like who licked the back of this toad with my tongue, because I am TRIP PING! Every day's dawn drowns dreams and nothing hardly ends up being what it seems But in the end none if it really matters Right, but we're still stuck wiping blood and mud on our jeans So yeah. Say all the things! I'm just gonna head out because I spent the last couple of years trying to untangle but in the end I had to cut all my strings
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Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 10:04 AM UTC
Social Recliner
Social Recliner By Steven L Herring Powder puff power trip Words are weapons and my two cents won't cost you a dime It's time Let's climb to the top of the digital podium and break this soapbox over the heads of anyone who would listen to the nickelodeon A quiet man lives a quiet life and I love him for it too Too many traps yammering and stuttering Stanley's clamoring Keep walking and you'll get **** on your shoe! Trust me I work for the government I'm just here to help you Grab a pen and pad and gather round the broken brick establishment We are the embodiment of eye stabbed with stick in Novembers and bitter winter cold in December's ice slick Sick and saddened summer's loss Incarcerated in a Bradburian wet dream in an endless loop like who licked the back of this toad with my tongue, because I am TRIP PING! Every day's dawn drowns dreams and nothing hardly ends up being what it seems But in the end none if it really matters Right, but we're still stuck wiping blood and mud on our jeans So yeah. Say all the things! I'm just gonna head out because I spent the last couple of years trying to untangle but in the end I had to cut all my strings
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Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 10:04 AM UTC
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