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Jun 2015
I swear you're nothing but a ***** stain on the face of the earth.
Always determining their worth,
by what other ***** stains think.
Some are always on the brink,
of figuring out what's really going on in the world around them.
But no, they all think their just a beautiful gem,
no flaws, no imperfections, everything they see is seen through rose tinted glasses.
Failing to see that the masses,
are falling at their own hands.
Never meeting their own demands,
always sinking lower and lower, for other ***** stains.
Where, oh where, are all of their brains?
There seems to be no rhyme or reason for the things they do.
And so I sit, sipping brew,
not knowing what the **** to do,
except wait, for the ***** stains to be cleansed.
Waiting for the day that will never come.
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