Bend the knee to the rich
You don’t want any trouble
You’re unprepared, not fit to serve
In the struggle
These people don’t know you
Don’t need you around
Like a living dead man
Needs a hole in the ground
For some reason request
You to come be there guest
Guess they just want to test
If the westerners’ best
But rhetorically asking
Why do they think my words are better than theirs?
They are no more than barriers languages
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They are clunky and clumsy
And sound like **** smells
Just divorcee romance is dead
Wedding bells
A cacophonous clangor
Of clamorous bliss
But you know I’m the greatest
To ever exist
Reminiscing on all the abysses
I’ve missed