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Bull **** tastes foul in whatever sauce you serve it. If you crave fawning flattery - you deserve it. Oh no you don't! That line just worked to serve a rhyme; A lie to fit my needs like oily flattery's slime. Such falsehoods bury, smother, squeeze us into shapes Of someone else's making; taking who we are And shaping us in more convenient lines To correspond with other people's ends; Or try to mould us into current marketing trends.
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
Bull ****
Bull **** tastes foul in whatever sauce you serve it. If you crave fawning flattery - you deserve it. Oh no you don't! That line just worked to serve a rhyme; A lie to fit my needs like oily flattery's slime. Such falsehoods bury, smother, squeeze us into shapes Of someone else's making; taking who we are And shaping us in more convenient lines To correspond with other people's ends; Or try to mould us into current marketing trends.
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
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