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Mar 2019
Howdy pal I'm grease
I'm just sinkin' in to your crease
mark my words I'm now deceased
but I intend for everlasting peace

classy is my new profound lore
I built this from a grave sight
felt tip pens with wounds wider than suns
since its inception I've found it difficult to piece it together
well we haven't even tried to yet

federal offices are here to take your stock
take from the small and give to livestock
cows and machines that are crafted to employ
workers and drones who will soon be mere alloy

falsehood is denizens warring without hopeless rubber bands
to hold it all together
to worsen your causality with fact
to deny variety in logic
it's a consummation of everything left unsaid
but very clearly written
even in the dirt

you don't see it
you are grieving over what's lost
your kin are morals
seedless shackles with black dog undertow
pull it down from the warehouse shelf
throw it at the cripples
eat that, would you?

we don't have a choice, lunatics
we don't have a sound, musician
we eat what we sow, bartender
it's not about my life it's about gender equality
it's what isn't mad about itself but rather, guilty as charged!
I'm fond of your sassafras
I truly, truly am
take it from me
just because I'm cold doesn't mean that I'm heartless
just because I'm mold doesn't mean that I'm harmless

shoutout to the golden
healthy as ever!
sparkjams
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