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In fifty years, all my land Might be swallowed whole by the glorious ocean By means of erosion. See? I do learn things in that concrete prison, Where they raise concrete children, in a plaster mould To fit their vision. Aren't I rebellious. Tell me I'm brilliant, I am the future! I am all you people's pensions, I choose your nursing home Give me your money. I am your investment. If I spend it on ******* That's your risk factor right there. No insurance policies dear. I am reckless. Aren't I fabulous. In fifty years, my nasal septum Could be eroded by means of class A narcotics. But there's always rhinoplasty. And I'll be married to a big fat banker, With comprehensive cover on all of my dreams I'll divorce him for millions. Ingenious. I'll be a plastic hollow Barbie, Dripping with diamonds. I will be everything That I ever stood against. Sitting perched between two fingers delicately The fat rich men will take drags on me Until I am ashes. Old nicotine.
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Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 1:48 PM UTC
Erosion Evident Over Time
In fifty years, all my land Might be swallowed whole by the glorious ocean By means of erosion. See? I do learn things in that concrete prison, Where they raise concrete children, in a plaster mould To fit their vision. Aren't I rebellious. Tell me I'm brilliant, I am the future! I am all you people's pensions, I choose your nursing home Give me your money. I am your investment. If I spend it on ******* That's your risk factor right there. No insurance policies dear. I am reckless. Aren't I fabulous. In fifty years, my nasal septum Could be eroded by means of class A narcotics. But there's always rhinoplasty. And I'll be married to a big fat banker, With comprehensive cover on all of my dreams I'll divorce him for millions. Ingenious. I'll be a plastic hollow Barbie, Dripping with diamonds. I will be everything That I ever stood against. Sitting perched between two fingers delicately The fat rich men will take drags on me Until I am ashes. Old nicotine.
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Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 1:48 PM UTC
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