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Well you wanna go out dancing. I don't wanna leave my pad. I won't loosen up this necktie 'til my head falls in my lap.                Then you'd be lapping up my words                that are                      curdled,                      soured,                      absurd, purchased with inflated currency and sold off for a herd                of sappy sentiments           for worn-out, bought-up malcontents. Yeah, you're believing anything these days... And I'm far too good a liar                selling real estate           on toxic, poisoned ground. Filling in all of these forms and putting dumpster fires out.                Standardized.                Attracting flies... Follow darkened circles down... To my parlor. Find me cutting up and dealing                out my cards and doubling down on all the reasons I've been feeding you.                Repeating 'til it's my turn                to start eating plates of crow. Now you won't take any chances. I'm a golem made of ash. I won't fire up the big band. You won't come sit on my lap.                I've been dishing out these words                that are                     used up                     barren,                     burned far too long. The chafing dishes cooled and all our vittles turned.                Buffet line sentiments           for naïve, hungry malcontents starving to believe in anything these days. Well you wanna go out dancing... I'm not gonna leave my pad...
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
The Diner, The Liar, The Garbage Fire
Well you wanna go out dancing. I don't wanna leave my pad. I won't loosen up this necktie 'til my head falls in my lap.                Then you'd be lapping up my words                that are                      curdled,                      soured,                      absurd, purchased with inflated currency and sold off for a herd                of sappy sentiments           for worn-out, bought-up malcontents. Yeah, you're believing anything these days... And I'm far too good a liar                selling real estate           on toxic, poisoned ground. Filling in all of these forms and putting dumpster fires out.                Standardized.                Attracting flies... Follow darkened circles down... To my parlor. Find me cutting up and dealing                out my cards and doubling down on all the reasons I've been feeding you.                Repeating 'til it's my turn                to start eating plates of crow. Now you won't take any chances. I'm a golem made of ash. I won't fire up the big band. You won't come sit on my lap.                I've been dishing out these words                that are                     used up                     barren,                     burned far too long. The chafing dishes cooled and all our vittles turned.                Buffet line sentiments           for naïve, hungry malcontents starving to believe in anything these days. Well you wanna go out dancing... I'm not gonna leave my pad...
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
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