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May 2019
he built the machine
now he can fly

he didn't do it for money
but watch it come by

he couldn't cook
but with one look
of green faces involved
he sold an accident
and now can step up
to evolve

the masses eat his cuisine
surprisingly with delight

tear at each other
arms first legs next
to sit closer to their
current creator

covered in fear
cloaked in future
coming from darkness
anything is better
badtaste
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badtaste  22/M/Murray, Kentucky
(22/M/Murray, Kentucky)   
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