I **** my life away
A shaded newt
Hiding under the log
Of good fortune
I hope a witch comes by
And uses me
For a spell
I am utter ****
But I glisten in the sunlight
Blondie never loved me
I was never truly gay.
My eyes are detachable
My flesh is a mere excuse
I can't grow a beard like Soupy
But I can't manage the noose
Maybe I'll just die
A sad and scared
And scattered man
Maybe I'll just die.
But I ain't got a plan.
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 11:24 PM UTC
I **** my life away
A shaded newt
Hiding under the log
Of good fortune
I hope a witch comes by
And uses me
For a spell
I am utter ****
But I glisten in the sunlight
Blondie never loved me
I was never truly gay.
My eyes are detachable
My flesh is a mere excuse
I can't grow a beard like Soupy
But I can't manage the noose
Maybe I'll just die
A sad and scared
And scattered man
Maybe I'll just die.
But I ain't got a plan.
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