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Constriction is the missing key To make subversion fleece through Floss papers and faux notes Knowing that no one would notice But holy god if Removal of all Restraints and due process Didn't make for some ****** up **** Then it came full circle If you ask me Everyone is far too unnecessarily Coy All I can say is, whats the ******* point? I swear, no one says what they mean To protect whatever little Artistic integrity They might have left Or drummed up in a futile attempt To capitalize on a parasitic and spastic Completely arbitrary meteoric rise Like I heard a song on the radio That felt like static ******* why Did someone take the time To write lyrics So insipid Intrinsically missing Every point attempted Then second guessing And cross guessing And ******* up And overdressing Every single ******* word And there was only like Ten Of them in the song anyway Someone once said I was far too blunt And I should try and dance around my points So I took out my thesaurus Flipped straight to the word **** And made it clear I didn't give a ****
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 3:03 AM UTC
A bit of Ironic Irony that's ironic
Constriction is the missing key To make subversion fleece through Floss papers and faux notes Knowing that no one would notice But holy god if Removal of all Restraints and due process Didn't make for some ****** up **** Then it came full circle If you ask me Everyone is far too unnecessarily Coy All I can say is, whats the ******* point? I swear, no one says what they mean To protect whatever little Artistic integrity They might have left Or drummed up in a futile attempt To capitalize on a parasitic and spastic Completely arbitrary meteoric rise Like I heard a song on the radio That felt like static ******* why Did someone take the time To write lyrics So insipid Intrinsically missing Every point attempted Then second guessing And cross guessing And ******* up And overdressing Every single ******* word And there was only like Ten Of them in the song anyway Someone once said I was far too blunt And I should try and dance around my points So I took out my thesaurus Flipped straight to the word **** And made it clear I didn't give a ****
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 3:03 AM UTC
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