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The body is just This thing It has desires For food and for *** And the mind wonders What this life is Anyhow Hours alone My akward shoulder Never changing Never improving Despite my efforts And look at the beautiful Fitness goddess On instagram In love with herself With her body Better I suppose not to Take so much pride And devote so much time To the body Although I do enjoy fitness I just wish I didn't have An akward shoulder Oh well, nobody cares Walking akwardly From here to there A world full of emptiness Pleasuring myself to fitness babes On instagram And after that desire is fulfilled The desire to eat again On and on and on God the clockmaker Sitting on his throne Or whatever Your earth has really gone Terribly wrong We are tired of waiting For the second coming Of your Son The saints are crying out When will justice be done? Life isn't that great Sometimes it seems just plain dumb It turns out it is a lonely place And not much fun 100 years more or less Will one day be over I guess it's just a test There better be something Better in store Because human life Can be a bore Is there golf in heaven? I like that game Never loved or cared for By a female friend What a shame Alone sitting under a tree Same dull face No one can help me My shoulder will never change Forever akward Still the same
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
Forever Akward
The body is just This thing It has desires For food and for *** And the mind wonders What this life is Anyhow Hours alone My akward shoulder Never changing Never improving Despite my efforts And look at the beautiful Fitness goddess On instagram In love with herself With her body Better I suppose not to Take so much pride And devote so much time To the body Although I do enjoy fitness I just wish I didn't have An akward shoulder Oh well, nobody cares Walking akwardly From here to there A world full of emptiness Pleasuring myself to fitness babes On instagram And after that desire is fulfilled The desire to eat again On and on and on God the clockmaker Sitting on his throne Or whatever Your earth has really gone Terribly wrong We are tired of waiting For the second coming Of your Son The saints are crying out When will justice be done? Life isn't that great Sometimes it seems just plain dumb It turns out it is a lonely place And not much fun 100 years more or less Will one day be over I guess it's just a test There better be something Better in store Because human life Can be a bore Is there golf in heaven? I like that game Never loved or cared for By a female friend What a shame Alone sitting under a tree Same dull face No one can help me My shoulder will never change Forever akward Still the same
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
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