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They say you're chaos, grim, and flirty, and that the words you speak are ***** you spit ****** flip the birdie Creep like a callous beetle over the Earth (Or more specifically, the city) Well I said I'd slap you silly Shove your hands into dirt, nails gritty "That's what you get fer stayin' in this city. Now get yer defilin' *** back home" (What a pity) Then I'd say "Son, yer swinging high, and soon you'll be dry I've had up to here with the aches and the sighs You pack your bags while I shout with my eyes," and you don't want that, as neither do I Even so, of these things I must say clear: My worry for you is more than just fear Besides ****** I hear moans of tedium, my dear And so I feel life is better for you far from here Away from here, go on, away from here, from this ***** city Show then to those who say "he couldn't be" that "be" could only mean anything you'd want it to be And you'd never again "be" a creeping beetle of the city but the sonorous sliver that warms the Earth on a darkened day
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
The Beetle (a mother knows)
They say you're chaos, grim, and flirty, and that the words you speak are ***** you spit ****** flip the birdie Creep like a callous beetle over the Earth (Or more specifically, the city) Well I said I'd slap you silly Shove your hands into dirt, nails gritty "That's what you get fer stayin' in this city. Now get yer defilin' *** back home" (What a pity) Then I'd say "Son, yer swinging high, and soon you'll be dry I've had up to here with the aches and the sighs You pack your bags while I shout with my eyes," and you don't want that, as neither do I Even so, of these things I must say clear: My worry for you is more than just fear Besides ****** I hear moans of tedium, my dear And so I feel life is better for you far from here Away from here, go on, away from here, from this ***** city Show then to those who say "he couldn't be" that "be" could only mean anything you'd want it to be And you'd never again "be" a creeping beetle of the city but the sonorous sliver that warms the Earth on a darkened day
it might seem confusing, I know. I wrote this over a year ago and I think the change in conventions towards the end was intentional.
carolina-p
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
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